Poetry

I do not believe

No stone of God

Let your eyebrows grow at night and your eyes twinkle

We often think of the moon as your face.

I go through whatever comes

Look, I just don't think

On which hameed is walking

We did not choose that path

Hameed, I did not beat my rival

Where is the fun in victory, in the joy of defeat

We will decorate them with stars

We are not going to irritate your hair (zulf)

Only time will heal the wounds of Hajar

Do not let the wounds fall on the wounds

Not even a friend in the fun aspect

The day and night of the connection is sad

A smile is also a time of leave

When is the sadness on his face?

Put your hands on your heart and let it come to you

Today again there is no reason to be sad

Prostitute Argument: Don't ask God

The living being is the world, God will be

Your lake-like eyes are so blue

So one of them will drown and die

There have been many such turning points in our life

That those who were supposed to be with him have been left behind

I was very happy to say that

But every grief was evident on his face

Then one day I opened my mouth too

People thought I was speechless

It was just a habit to tell him the truth

Whose house was in the rented settlement.

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