You On My Arm
When I awaited the moon to shine,
came out and hid feeling shy,
requested flower when I to blossom,
denied flowers becoming awesome,
then I pleaded the sun for warmth,
behind the clouds it went to hide,
Denied I lay in the garden,
Sleeping on my arm you resting,
Rejected thus they me requesting,
poem by Jahan zaib
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