The cracks of chest
are calling you
constantly.
Come!

Those moths
which were
circumambulating
the candles lit
while waiting,
have heaped to
death here.
Come!

Your promises to
groom my desires
but nay.
Come!

Come and see,
how the hearts
are getting
roasted in the
oven of solitude.
Come!

Without you,
breath breath
seems the
the reason
of death.
Come!

Eyes which cotain
tremendous grief
of centurious waiting
are closer to
be blind.
Come!

Though my poverty
barriers you to come, but
come!

Ails and wails
are beseeching for
their heals.
Come!

Ears are trembling
with mounting
eagerness to
listen your
honeysome
voices.
Come!

without you who
wil set me free
from such a
cruelistic jail of
terrifying singularity.
Come!

You promise to come,
You pledge to come.
Come!

Mir Sajad

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