Poetry

My Heart Rotten Deep in Thy Grief

My heart rotten deep in thy grief

You have no care, as if I’m a thief

You ever leap and claim to say

You are mine, you swear and gay

For oft, in the seclusion, I thought

For you from heart to head, I drought

Happy happy!! Live thy life, ye I pray

And accept my rose, on my knees, I lay

 

                                                                                      ~Saleem Raza Jakhar (Amar Shaw)

                                                                                                Sindh, Pakistan

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