Saturday, March 28, 2020

gazal...

...every y scene is  changing 
...this moment  is passing by 
...your  sensation  from a long time 
....is intoxicating me
...complaining  about  life 
...each moment is dying out
...ever since your image fell in
....the mirror gas blossomed
...who has turned the pages of  memories 
...my room turned fragrant 
...as the world is  squeezing 
...man is getting scattered

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