I have seen the ruthless rain,
Delivers no smile nor no pain.
This immortality speaks my rhyme,
Conveying thine speechless claims.
When the soft drops of dew rest upon thy lips,
And thy tongue sweet, and reaches it to drink.
I knew not the desire I bear for to see thee once,
Neither do I ever thought, nor do I can think..
Why couldn't my pains you see,
Tell me why ? I must ask thee.
But no, these are outspoken words
Of true thoughts and not just a poetry.
-M.Saifuddin
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