Every wait has its own charm.

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Me leaving people with good memories
And eternal affection.

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Let me write in praise of you
The theme of my poems as you
Snuggling the different phases of time
Sometimes it tickles my heart for yearning
And sometimes it sucks the blood of my veins.

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Welcome back
After a long suffering.

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May Allah's blessings bestow you peace, joy, and wealth. I'd like to wish you a very happy Eid ul Fitr that is full of love and health. On this joyous day of Eid al-Fitr, may Allah grant all of your requests and realise all of your ambitions.

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When an enemy become aware of secret,
Then think friend is a hypocrite.

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I will go, anyone else will come
Stories will be here but character will be changed.

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ETERNITY

Ah the soul of my heart,
My affection for you is eternal
Undying, a ceaseless lecling within my heart
That will never fade away from you.

Promise to be always fragrant in thy aronma
Till my world's last breath and after too.
My words are conk out
When I do paint thy art in words

Would love to see you content
Round the clock of my life
Till when my verses shall have time
With the compounded clay.

Shall see you while going mart
Times during thy eternal hours
Should I expect you to be with me?
When my fruitless body shall mingle
With the clay of graveyard.

I do write in praise of thee,
Then, would you ever love me in my furies too?
When I shall betray self in unaided graveyard
Shall my verses ever come into existence?

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DON NOT MOURN LONGER

Do not mourn longer when I am dead
As thy pacific tears shall grow thorns
Upon the verses of my trust and love.
Do alarming to the world that I am ascend
Behind these spacious mountains
That would conceal laments of hope.
If you read this line which I reveal;
Remember not, my hand that feels worthless.
The world will see with its narcissistic eyes
For I shall learn the rust of thy beloved pen.
Don't mourn longer to be my grave's set
Live as thee lived from a while.
O beloved of the pessemistic soul
Stare upon the verse of my heart
When I perhaps compounded with clay.
Don't be so much to rehearse my poor name
But,let thy love be my companion till my life

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