O, my heart th…

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Posted by: Tanveer Rauf on: November 9, 2011

• In: Poetry
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O, my heart the rap on your door,
Seems like the pat of winds to me;

Alone I have valued your treasure
Life, I have loved you forever

Secret no more secret in thy party now
Shaky is thy tone, not drunk though

Retreat all, back to their home
Isolated heart resolute to roam

The heat makes me cry and churn,
Yet candle beam till crack of dawn

Smog bloats on my mornings
Hands blaze if crave for stars

composed by Shaistamufti

translated by Tanveer Rauf

Tags: bloats, treasure, rap, candle, churn, heart