My Passion Poem by Azhar Munir Bhatti

Everything that I faint
To love the least I taint
Colours, things, artifacts
Now paving the way to plaint

Referral gains of pains to manes
Nothing strains in the trains
To love the most I pliant
Tried to find what the mains

Craving, cleaving, creasing
Minding the ways to cranes
Towards end to start again

Loving, leaving, living and lining

To fulfill what is left
Doing what to try wrong
Happy ending never finding
In the end we’ll strut again