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Sep 2018
I come a long way from those dreams,
I had dreamed but never got  streamed
How I longed for the pretty face
And the dancing girl in red lace
Ah those rides on hot bikes
And the singing with liquid vices
The winds truned and then time churned
And one day I woke up all burned
All was gone  save the face of One Learned
And he made me look in those deep eyes
Suddenly I felt naked and without any ties
With just two words he set me  on fire
That changed all and started an unseen pyre
No more fretting and no more desires
Serenity is this that you may say
But to me I am nothing and that is the way
No more I, only He everyway
All is Him... no more to say.

(Khan, BA)
These words may be a jorgon for some, but these are not.
The known know
Written by
Ahmed Ali  66/M
(66/M)   
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