The Ashraf Sheikh Poems

My love and me in a library,
and there we sat for some time.
Till Wordsworth wrote a whole new verse,
to mark our extravagant esctasy.
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My head bows before thee and none else,

My soul reaches out for your assistance,
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Gained have i nothing, loser as i am;
At the end of the day, i pray; where do i stand!
Nothing yet comes to my witty wit
Nothing yet comes along the path so split,
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Walking all along quiet alone
fierce remnants of the past
thrusted hard leaving me atlast
scattered all over the stone
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Fair enough! if I call you my dreams
Fairer more if I alone love you there
For my insight though often it gleams
But could never ever someone else prepare
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And when the mighty river flowed down.
They built a dam to check its flow.
Until the river bore its wrath,
for people on the ground.
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Unguided; sheer wanderer by birth.
No boundaries to obey no attributes predefined,
A common element in all to shift,
Cant be tamed nor confined.
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How ruthless you are for cant you see,
The unfailing love that i endure,
Enhancing my life you let me go free,
And back to you that i returned.
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WALKING DOWN THE DUSTY ROAD,
THAT MERGED WITH THE ASPHALT.
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To the sun that shone each day.
To the wind that blew astray.
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