"tortuning" poems
A DESERT STONE WILL TURN TO GOLD
IN COMPANY WITH THOSE WHO KNOE
YOU ASK MY LOVE ABOUT MY TEAR
BUT DONT YOU RECOGNISE THE FEAR
THEY AGONIZE MY FEAR?
WERE NOTE YOUR INFIDILITY
TORTUNING ME SO CRUELLY
MY SORROW WOULD DEPERT
BY IKRAMULLAH JANI
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 12:38 AM UTC