I have been to life,I have been to death
Still from both of those have no regrets
I wanted a truimphant self
I got a beleaguered soul
I could manage to keep my face in veil
But wounded conscience left unconsoled.
Jab kashti sabit-o-salib thi, saahil ki tamanna kisko thi Ab aisi shikashta kashti main saahil ki tamanna koun kare
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4 comments:
very well said
hi dear anonymous,
thanks for your comment ,it is the first comment i have received over here,it would have been great if you had got your name.still thanks.
Well said.
Much of your work is deeply religious and introspective. I've enjoyed it thoroughly.
I wish you well; so too this blog.
dear shawn,
thanks for dropping by..
Thanks for those words of soothing encouragement.Yep I am quite introspective by nature..
I think me as well as my blog require some wishes and visitors,me wishes and the blog visitors...
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