Author: Muhammad Ghulam Asghar Hassan
My heart is drowning day by day,
Because I met a person,
Of my previous day,
That just shattered my heart Florida -
Like fragrant fragments of Mirror,
My soul dazzed, My essence fades,
My presence flee like a lost sparkle in celestial.
That's the act of destiny,
That's the choice of fate-
That taught me the;
whispers of sorrowful carnations:
“Art of Longings, Art of Withering -
Just infatuation to live like a swift breeze,
In haze of dew frosted eclipse;
Just To end in pollens of night queen,
With the last message of endless desire”