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memoona kazmi Mar 2019
your love are the wings,
with help of which my heart flies........
memoona kazmi Mar 2019
if my poetry can describe how much i love you,
all the pages in world can never be enough......
memoona kazmi Mar 2019
if you are going to appear in my dreams,
i will never wake up.........
memoona kazmi Mar 2019
we
we are all so not,
what we truly are,
just like a jester,
who entertain others,
but hides the darkness deep,
in a corner of his heart,
we all are wearing masks,
afraid of the day,
when they will be dropped,
we all are living lives,
that others want,
feasting on so much,
yet can't stop that hungry feeling all the time,
we all are hiding behind the cloaks,
behind the pinched faces,
hides the wolves ready to attack,
we all are holding daggers,
rolled in silk clothes,
ready to cut everyone,
coming in our way,
in the guise of white,bright moons,
we are the the hidden scorching sun,
of our own personality,
we may seem the whistling wind,
seeming a bliss to their soul,
but in real we are blowing,
to flake away their identities,
we all are so not,
what we truly are.........
memoona kazmi Mar 2019
woman who sleeps,
with so many men,
for the sake of money,
you call her ****,
i call her a lady,
who is trying to earn a living,
who presents herself,
in a dish,
to the greedy dogs,
hungry for her assault,
you see her,
as a characterless woman,
i see her just a woman,
it's not about her virginity,
that makes you believe that she is a ****,
it's all about the difference in visionality,
how you see her,
how i see her
memoona kazmi Mar 2019
the night told me,
what the sun couldn't
memoona kazmi Mar 2019
if you ever confessed it to her,
that you love her,
then don't leave her......
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