While unbuttoning love
Some also unbuttoned hatred
Which is used to keep secret
As an entity which can be sacred
Furrows, flurried like a flowers
Widow worries like a bowler
Who is about to face a batsman
With a lot of splendid talent
Which hit all the way for four
But the door will remain door
Even after three score four
Rome was not built in a day
Do something about heyday
Wholely welcoming, wearisome day
Hafiz Muhammad Qasim
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