Comments about Sajjad Haider
Not a single word not even a vision sign,
But spring comes with its shine.
Who cares the end; who look down,
I just want to fly high.
When smile does wonder,
Winds blows with a magical smell,
Heavy heart learn flying,
And opens door for the jewel.
Can't reveal in words, can't shape it in words,
just a spell, let me feel and let it be going.
All goes awesome when spring comes with its shine.