Being are not far off, when our faces shall be dry as an autumn trees,

Dwelling of evergreen scenes in our eyes concealed in the hazy breeze;

There shall be tsunami sound of winds, one’s own voice be a stranger,

Ours gathering decidedly be symbol of shadows and lusterless amber;

 Confront with known people akin maimed emotions, alone graveyard,

Memorizing love of special ones once occupying love spread shipyard;

Persons were kind, tender with selfless veneration and not a hot flame,

Followed by blossom, shall glow on your lips, disconcerting in blame;

With one tear falling in your lap, discloser of our festering raw  secret,

Our failed wishes, staggering and lost heavens in wandering banquet;

A single tear which fell with abysmal sameness mourning in yours lap,

Shall remind you of false, my part luck, getting beyblade filled of slap;

Anytime the tear shall renovate into star, gripped as memoir your fist,

There be no timeline to remember your “Adorer” by unfasten  wrist;

Vinnie love never dies, decidedly, sincerity, affection and admire dies;

Once flourish and blossom akin chandelier now wrapped in fireflies;

Hardly shall “Virtuous” find a worship of selfless “Zaffar” anywhere,

Batool maintains crusade as of fairy, everlasting divinity everywhere.


About drzsmbukhari

Self Employed Medical Doctor. A forensic scientist who is deeply adroit, accredited in analysis of medico legal, postmortem & exhumation with 3 decades of hands on experience.

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