Love
5:22:00 AMMy heart aches. Hurt, mended and hurt again,
I long to see my distant beloved.
The past flashes in front of me, the memories, the moments.
Oh! When can I see you again?
The wait kills me, the longing tortures me.
Slowly, my life seeps away, soon I will cease to be.
If death is really the final aim,
Just come over to kill me, so I may see your face again.
(Inspired from Ranjish hi sahi)
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wah wah!...marhaba!
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