Plucked from
the tree of
love and
trampled beneath
the feet of
her unconquered
pride
Continuous rain
of scissors from
the eyes of hers
tearing my
delicate heart
with mercy
subtracted; and
I still beyond
refrain to love
her. Idiocy mine
is what kind of
that i embrace
whatever she
bestow me.
My silence it is
to bear her
questions; otherwise
my answers if
will i give,
will shake the
roots of the
questions of hers
for sure.

Mir Sajad

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