When We Did Not Know Strangers From The City... Poem by SAQUIB AQEEL

When we did not know strangers from the city,
Do not know how we were played with wounds,

Seeing all, my innocence, friend,
Do not know why he was taken by me every day,

It's just a wish to be alive,
We were alone, we were alone,

Sir, on the flimsy insistence of flowers,
Butterflies were also mixed with flowers,

I was waited that he will come to meet us,
Do not know why that night also we went alone from the city..! !