The day long incurable despairs, the night long sighs
Or the lifelong desires yet to be fulfilled
Vigils level everything every night
Healing up the bruises caused by the fine crystalline needles
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So you are now like a placid lake.....! Only with the heart strings tight, melodious music will flow just as brass turns into gold by constant rubbing! Your severe heart burn has been transformed into poignant poetry! Great write, Shahzia!
Your comment has a universal factor Ma'am, and thanks that you blessed me with it...Glad at the strong appreciation Valsa ji!
Every night with a prayer! Nice work.