Some one Tell Me
What is the Luck of my Walking Dreams..
Someone tell me
What is the luck of my waking dreams?
I know the survival of everything
I know the address of flying moments
What is the shine of cold and yellow stars?
What is color, what is fragrance?
What is the magic of the morning,
what is the magic of the night
And I know what sound is sunshine
Sand and footprints, rim of waves
Eye and corner of lips,
Evening and morning grief
Everyone is doomed, I know
Even so, owning one is still beyond the reach of the average person
Waking dreams that have no meaning
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Wounds remain green
Stay out of my hands.
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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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