Takbeer Salati

Freshman - 533 Points (30/08/1994 / Srinagar, Kashmir)

False Earth.

O beloved! my beloved! our passage is done,
The universe has perished, the child we sought is the sky:
The death is near, the crows cry, people whine,
While destiny is at thy heart, the bossom is fanatic
But O lover! lover! lover!
O the sacred saint
Where on the earth of sand you are,
Quiet and decayed.

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