Tehniat Rizwan Poems

I am an eclair-dreamer.
Seems as if dreams being made by a weaver.
Rough days or night dreams flair.
All my dreams remain eclair..as swet as honey, as cute as looney.
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The first day we saw each other,
such strangers
when entered school
We learned to care for each other,
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One night, I was all alone;
With some grieves and few moans;
No one was there to give me a shoulder;
I was all alone, with grieves, like boulder;
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