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Jun 2020
III
Dearest Cecilia, thou may continue
To torment my forlorn and aching heart,
On every weekday making wounds anew
For another two months ere we all part.
Winged archer's blind arrows pierced me athwart;
At every sight of thee, in me thy love will renew,
Though for thy gold complexion I might be dirt
That thou would quite surely like to eschew.
I doubt not thou art heavenly stardust,
But for thee my feelings thwart I must
Till I bid adieu. Till then I'll try to find
Solace and comfort in my restless mind
By listening to Bosson's discography;
By then I know not the law of Murphy.
University years
Asif Iqbal
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