Sometimes sitting in the world
of my own desires, i think
why? when i am irled
I write these lines which makes
people aware about my aches
and makes their eyes to blink
In wonder! instead of hiding
this poetry squeezes out
the intolerable ache which is residing
in my heart from a long time
but yes! without any doubt
this has become my habit
to squash out the sour juice of lime
which gnaws like a sharp dart
inside the core of my frail heart
So! for my pain this poetry is a tablet
©aariz
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