The Pakistani Spectator

Why is it, that all but you; don’t miss me

Why is it that, though you; and not all; missed by me

Let me admit today that my day and nights starts and vane with desire and crave for you

Let me hail you today for your attitude of disown your own

Though the fact is: they desire nothing but a glaring input of one time assortment

How can I defy your one time aggressive behave

If I consider you my lady of desire

Drag me to the peak of defaming;

Dungeon me to the desire of your lusty behavior

But the passion has its own impression as obsession and regard

I will continue to slave my soul under the derogatory compliance of your attitude

I will excel my breed of passion so to counter your revolutionize concepts of brutality in love.

 Do the needful; what is your dominion as grant

Hang on! A minute! And varnish words of hatred

 It powers my lust to achieve you at all cost