As like every poem has an end,
And there is truth in every lie.
Shall leave the world of mirthful gloom
Shall kiss my pains and will die.
These skies have seen dying stars
Have seen bloodshed and deadly wars.
This soil has witnessed truthful lies
Of broken dreams in tearful eyes.
Roads are empty, no one walks through
But the shady lamp post stands still.
Though she is not a liar, still she lies
Standing by the post, soundlessly cries.
Dost thee has't the courage in thee
To war against thine own gloom and glee.
Thou art fairer than the dancing roe
Might not be able to did shed thy gouts of sorrow.
Dearest, I am loving thee coequal more,
Is more than i has't did love mine own self.
Very true at which hour I writeth thee lief
Ye wilt has't nay idea for sure,
Ask thy self if't be true my loveth is pure.
M.Saifuddin
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