Come to my house one day
Sit in my room
And look at every single thing
Lying on the bookshelf
Books and diaries
Pictures on the table
And withered flowers in a vase
Will tell you
Cassette in drawer
Cards on the walls
Will reveal to you
How my dreams saw your dreams
Come to my house one day if you can
Letters carved on the walls
And the restlessness on the bed will show you
How my desires have longed for you
And how my dreams have seen your dreams
Come to my house one day if you can.
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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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