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Aasim Naseem 6

one of my poem. please comment.


Her first sight, first glance; was like a shock.
And I was still there, as statue, like a rock

The spiritual days with her, were much pleasant
Her accord was there; in thoughts, little bit talk

Her series of memories has a long chain
And I can recall them with any place of clock

But time has gone, like waves of shores
And I downstairs from past, with desperate walk

Today, there is no gay, even in a milky way
Thinking with grief; is it true, or was it mock?

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