Like dew-drenched grass
Green pleasant,
The mind is so fresh with her
Gentle incomparable.
To find me on the far hill
He is among me.
In the salt water of the blue sea
When the sky sinks
With a gold cover of love
The waves play.
On the sweet way to my village
His footsteps,
He is a way every day
How can I forget him?
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Zahin Siddiqi
26/7/21
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