Where would I go if I came out of the wonder of love?
Everywhere you look today, the tide of protectionist sentiment is flowing
It is also possible that every breath is punished
Maybe I'll go to Sanur in separation
Don't get me into the habit of constantly teasing me
Don't let the eye that blinks shatter me
Will the Hour be broken in your heart?
Let me pass by and see you
That's all I can think of
When will I be able to touch and get better?
Who is, speaking dead, my sadness! Become you
If you don't come near, where shall I go?
This dying age passed only in your desire
Don't die if I come down from the bottom of my heart
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ishfaq hussain
Poetry is a type of literature based on the interplay of words and rhythm. In poetry, words are strung together to form sounds, images, and ideas that might be too complex or abstract to describe directly.
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