I just want a shroud,
A Little bit buried in the soil of my body,
I May be a traveler but till how long should I live,
Even in death I need a passion,
A picture which is kept in my Heart,
To burn it,
It needs a little fire
With the daylight I don't have any complaints
I just want my mind to be engaged in nights,
I just want a shroud
My body needs to be buried in the soil
I also want to write a story of love
I want a pen full of blood
In which I have been looted,
I want that path to be successfull now,
And I agree that my life is colourless,
I still want your disturbance,
Every word will fade in your praise,
I just want a ghazal full of love for you,
I just want one shroud
A little buried in the body soil.
wanted !
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