The seed in your heart,
was hopefully sown by me
With the lidder in my veins,
The bud was grown by me.
The enduring roots were nothing,
But the stitched arteries of mine.
With the ashes of my body,
It was enriched by my decline.
The storms maimed my hands,
But a single gale couldn't pass.
Yes,the shade was mine,
On which you prayed namaz.
Whispering the kind words,
After every hardship there is ease.
I survived the flaming rains and,
The cloud's laugh felt like a squeeze.
Now see, oh beloved,
The fruit became a comer.
I and I longed from ages and,
Then it was snatched by some other.
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