That’s not the end
Not even the beginning of end
Solution abound here for
Problems we indigenously grow
Whisper my name into your blood
Keep it in vault of genes.........safe
And whenever my love
grows forests of lust
dense enough to veil your fears
in darkness….. Return my whispers
an intetresting question and poem...beautifully penned.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
haazaaron khwaaishein aisin... need i say more... okay, okay... i shall...... just because you insisted... but let me make it a little more entertaining for you to read my comment... not that i need to be more comical... anyway... here's my play list since last night, Dasht-e-tanhai main ay jaan-e-jahan larzan hain...aakay wabsta hain us husan ki yadain tujh say, mujh say pehli si mohabat, haazaaron khwaaishein aisin...mera kuchh saaman... and khaali haath shaam aayi hai from ijaazat... etc. etc.... don't you totally get what i'm saying ... you have some amazing yarn...