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Jahan zaib

Rookie - 27 Points (February 05,1981 / Malakand Pakistan)

I sometime wish


Sitting in air open,
When my eyes set on high hills,
I dream none but thee,
I wish none but smell of thy breath,
Then comes a wish in my heart,
I wish I could fly.
And take thee along,
To heights of hills,
Nay. Higher than them,
Above the clouds,
To a world so remote,
Where I could spend,
My days, my nights,
Looking at you,
Loving you,
Dreaming you,
Having no fear of losing,
Where my world ends on you,
Where I am your universe,
But I can’t fly,
And there is no such world,
But yet o heart mine,
Would that you dream the same,
Would that the intensity is same
In your heart,
For me and with me,
Matters not then,
If such wish cannot be true,
If such world does not exist.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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  • Rookie - 12 Points Farah Ilyas (5/22/2013 1:38:00 PM)

    Agree with Thomas Sir, would that yours wish comes true one day...translucent imaginative poem.10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 781 Points Thomas A Robinson (5/22/2013 2:32:00 AM)

    Ah, but that world does exist in your heart. Take heed for it is the best place for it to be.
    If you world is shared in their heart as yours then it will be paradise gained. (Report) Reply

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