BY ATHAR MUDASIR
It was the morning when it poured into thy breast unknowingly
It grew and spread like grass all over the walls of heart
Thee red limbs faded into green.
The tiny buds burst through the chambers
The fragrance spread and pampers blood
It was beautiful and tempting, and life breath into freedom;
Verily in the gloom the bud despaired looking with disgrace,
Falling into the dark world of melancholy,
The world has torn asunder.
The dying bud slowly crunches and dries
No rain and dew could hold her fading breath
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