I could not resist it
As and when I saw the Muslim blonde
In the burka, hijab or niqab
Passing through way,
The beauty of my liking,
The burkawalli,
Pyaarwalli mistress.
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I shall not stay here
And you will come to markMy sadness and fine mood writ over,Which you will humBut I shall not be.
Write I
IntoThe layersOf consciousnessAnd poetryComing to meAbnormally,The poetry ofAbnormal mind,Abnormal living.
We all are most selfish people
As we are not readers exactlyAnd even if we read, we for purposes,We are ether for our papers or thesesOr for criticism, but there areSome true readers who want it not,They read for pleasure and profitAnd try to keep silentGoing page by page,Where will you such a readerAs they can explain him betterRather than pragmatic…
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What is poetry?
And re-arranged,Arranged and re-arranged.The alphabet of poetry,How the letters of it?