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Shahid ul islam

O her defunct love i am near to moribund: will you not come.

I’m bidding at the same spot with pangs of grief: will you not come.
I’m exterminated with your severance :will you not come.
I have self-sacrificed my elegant smile for your beam:will you not come.
I’m straining at the leash to hear your gratifying voice:will you not come.
Shahid is orating with the moon & tallying the stars on the blue:will you not come.
With whom will i unfold my vexations & torments without you:will you come to listen.
I has been shedding tears from very old lang syne:will you not come to cease my whining.
With whom i will cascade in my direful epochs: will you not come to heal my gash.
My eyes are trembling to see your arresting smile:will you not come to give me a solace.
You have to come half way & I will come half way. So my jim-jams desolation & torments would end: will you not come to comfort me.
I’m waiting to see your refulgent eyes & smiles.
The author is a law student at university of kashmir.

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