Poetry

Stories of my life

This is the commentary of Raigani

I made a desert from a river

I couldn't make water

A human being has become a wreck

Dad becomes careless

It is raining on the wind, why?

Teased her locks

I need that wet

Like water to a fish

Your pictures were burned yesterday

Today was the burial of the sign

Life is cut short

The crop of sown youth

On the chest of Hagar

We gardened the wounds

We wouldn't be in ashes so soon

Your breath is kind

This love is an attribute that Owais

Eternal is the age of mortal

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Owais Ahmad Wesi