Jahan zaib

Rookie - 96 Points (February 05,1981 / Malakand Pakistan)

Thee Mine - Poem by Jahan zaib

I knew not why, could I bear not
The breeze blowing, caressing your skin soft
The clouds that stretch above your head
The beauty of rain and of the rose, red

The butterfly, creature you always love to hold
All things of beauty, new and old
Not that I envy your joys
Nor their beauty me ever annoys

You are mine, your longings and dreams
In my soul, your wish streams

Comments about Thee Mine by Jahan zaib

  • Bronze Star - 2,512 Points Unwritten Soul (4/30/2013 9:02:00 AM)

    Really everyone can fall in love with this piece, so do i..._soul (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/30/2013 9:00:00 AM)

    Divine providence, kingdom of Allah All beautiful and for us...thank nice penned (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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