A weary traveler I've been, Tired and distraught I sit, On the edge of the road I treaded once, On the verge of the dusk, I sit in trance, As, its end, the day is soon to meet, The sun is setting unto me, I see.
By Muhammad Sheraz3 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I wonder who's she who remains in my mind, Even if everyone else has left me behind. . Sometimes I really wonder about my world,