If wounded- heart shall be pained
This infliction must yet be healed
From here some day I shall reach another abode
Somewhere for certain- to my future destination
Uncomplaining I am of your treachery
You must be ashamed but of me
Seasoned purity withstands all tests completely
Impurity absolutely is roughening
Noone lives forever in this life
It must bother you sometimes
How much strain can you take
If poked with sarcasm of hate
Not considered a beauty Mazhar
Though may be a rose bud she is stone hearted
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