Comments about waseem hassan
Eighteenth Of July
Its because of her that i know my worth
and today she was born, its the day of her birth
this is the luckyday, july the 18th
this is the day when she came on this earth
i've not talked to her sine tuesday
but i still remember her sweet voice
I'm writing these lines underneath the shattered sky
its sad, its mid-night and its the 18th of july
How fortunate were the days when she was
And how i miss those days, O dear! O dear!
Ever now and then I wish I could know
Why she left, why she had to go?
Some say it's fate n you gotta live with it.