24 Quotes by Zubair Ahsan

The more I loved you the more I found me

As if you gave your heart to autumn, forWhat it destroys never blossoms again

Fortunate are those who are loved backEven fortunate those whose love is cul

There should be a limit to my sufferingAs I’m a sinner, not a disbeliever

My poetry has been engraved with your nameAnd my heart is by your memory scarred

These fragments, these shivers of my heartAre mere lifetimes enclosed in a minute