Saturday, November 24, 2018
Age Becomes Art Comments
Rating: ★5.0
Evening comes to accompany the Margalla,
I'm far; forlornly gone into valleys of Kolachi…
Scarcely wounded soul plays unsaid music
And winds dare not to wipe my stormy eyes
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7/29/2025 9:55:11 PM # 1.0.0
Evening comes to accompany the Margalla, I'm far; forlornly gone into valleys of Kolachi… Scarcely wounded soul plays unsaid music And winds dare not to wipe my stormy eyes I feel piercing wine pervading in every view As if she has poured her light in every view a beautiful start