Smelt her soulShy eyes rocked my cradleHer roman nose like a DuchessBy then her face went awayImaginations also stuckFinally moon went awayAnd I brooded up to skies Did his eyes met my face?Yes they did,With thud of loveFell on the velour of roses.
-Atif Khurshid Wani
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