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Sonnet 'Memory
After that day of our departure,
I gave my soul nothing but torture,
Calling you to memory all the time,
Made my moments the most sublime,
You were here with me like the sun of dawn,
Sat I looking you ending in smoke every plan,
How can I stop you, knowing no way no reason,
To have forever in my heart a lily, rose' season,
Is this my fate this my destiny? Looted and in despair,
Or with your hand will my hand be ever in pair?
Will ever my tired head rest on your soft arm,
Will my name be written ever on your white palm?
I have a hope you will be mine and mine you are,
Like the moon accompanied by the brightest star,
poem
by
Jahan zaib
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