By Athar Mudasir
I lost it in the mist of confusion
The fog which covered the gorges of my heart since
The silence which is imperceptible has cloaked the life
The blushing garden seem desserts
The sunny day which nourishes life feels Harsh
The braying of flutes disturb every moment
I wonder
The Sunsets and jumps in deep sea and moon glaze its glamour in the darkness
The wondering find their way looking at the stars in this darkness
The silence pierces the deep walls of a heart
A tiny light sprinkling from the fountains of compassion
Why being despaired and lost in the frost
Thy heart do find rest in the gardens
where it lays in rest within breast
I lost it in the mist of confusion
The fog which covered the gorges of my heart since
The silence which is imperceptible has cloaked the life
The blushing garden seem desserts
The sunny day which nourishes life feels Harsh
The braying of flutes disturb every moment
I wonder
The Sunsets and jumps in deep sea and moon glaze its glamour in the darkness
The wondering find their way looking at the stars in this darkness
The silence pierces the deep walls of a heart
A tiny light sprinkling from the fountains of compassion
Why being despaired and lost in the frost
Thy heart do find rest in the gardens
where it lays in rest within breast
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