Poetry

How am Know That’s Love

How am know that’s love

How am  know that’s prayer

My tears flow like a river

How am know what’ that

 

Thy sight for me so pious

 Thy love my deepest desires

Am become a tramp. Why?

Thy eyes intoxicating for me.

 

Wonders in wandering outburst

Life of soothe gone exhausted

An evil  yet trembles out

Moor of my heart outcast

 

Being a human I became insane

Locust of my inside devastated

All emotions of heart fasten broke

Heart a plastic bag, am a robotic waste.

 

                                                                      ~Saleem Raza Jakhar 

                                                                              Sindh, Pakistan

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