LONELY DUSK WET EYES

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.

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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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