SOLITARY SOLILOQUY
MATLOOB BOKHARI
On the dewy path of blooming roses
Where we used to walk hand in hand
And inhaled ardent aroma of friendship
You used to look at moon, I looked at you
Yesterday buried deep in my thought,
I walked without you, ignoring life
Seeing me alone, dirt cried, path wept
I forgot where the path was leading
Iknew not where I was going
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