The Pakistani Spectator

So its you again to console mind and peace with sins and sore

 

 

What you preach as love has no essence of truth

 

 

 Since!

 

Your day and nights starts with the thirst of hatred and lust as arrogance

 

 

O my love!

 

Do not show your enormity of thoughts as commendable

 

 

As

 

Your minutes have displeasure and hours have discontentment

 

 

For love, passion and even obsession as infatuation

 

 

 My lady!

 

Disembark the parked coerce of Hatred

 

 

 From the sears of your thoughts

 

 

As!

 

 Your make is despondent

 

 

With the theme of your deliberation

 

 

Though!

 

 Your mercenary reward for my passion

 

 

Has my built-in elegance as desire for love

 

 

But!

 

Your, loving silhouette for others

 

 

Has define curb for my further reserve as patience

 

 

Say!

 

 You have define premises for love and feel

 

 

Say!

 

 You have restricted place for affection and adore

 

 

Say!

 

 You have libeled declaration for my passion as discarded pour

 

 

My lady!

 

 I will admit the decree of the awarded sin in lieu of passion

 

 

I accept your hatred with the reward of my love

 

 

I admit your denial with admittance of care

 

 

Reimburse the invest of hatred with fortune of adore

 

 

Reboot your neglect with redressing aspiration

 

 

Because!

 

You still can redeem passion

 

 

 For even a sighted hatred against love

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