THE SHE.

Shahid ul islam

Your voice is therapy to my solitude: will you not shake my ears with that voice.

Your inhalation is the spark to my departed soul:Your liveliness is my hope.

I’m spending my salad days in an endless hope :will you not make it verisimilitude.

Your eyes are oceans for my soul where I’m swimming : will you not let me lost in it.

I’m befuddled are you not cogitating about me:will you not tell me.

Shahid is lingering in your bonny memories.

Your innocence & lucidity made me to fall wholeheartedly: will you make me yours perennially & indelibly.

I still don’t savvy what made you to scoot :will you not tell me.

I will sacrifice my blossom life for your smile : will you not come again.

Folks are hot to trot to seperate us:will you let them effectuate & perpetrate.

My teary gazed into her deep pulchritudinous eyes. I cried.

I waited to deet her my afflictions but the peeps didn’t precluded me. I cried.

Oo my beloved poet is missing you & poets heart is in tribulations : Poet is waiting for your approach.

What could I do without you ,this is the question mark to entire life.

The author is a law student at University of Kashmir

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