tajdar alam khan
She Will Be Mine..
Like the stars in the Midst of the clusters,
A riddle to me she is, much of which is unsolved
like the sites of the beautiful horizon...i wish to reach,
wish to touch, hope to be with her;
yet sitting paralyzed besides the shores.
like a clever critic,
like a peaceful monk..
the works for flattery, possession, love
had never meant to her.
The thoughts of having her has been the June's fading rose
As my memories are fading within her;
like the growing ages,
like the moving season,
like the flowing rivers,
her heart won't ...