The Ashraf Sheikh Biography

My love and me in a library,
and there we sat for some time.
Till Wordsworth wrote a whole new verse,
to mark our extravagant esctasy.
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My head bows before thee and none else,

My soul reaches out for your assistance,
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Gained have i nothing, loser as i am;
At the end of the day, i pray; where do i stand!
Nothing yet comes to my witty wit
Nothing yet comes along the path so split,
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Walking all along quiet alone
fierce remnants of the past
thrusted hard leaving me atlast
scattered all over the stone
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Fair enough! if I call you my dreams
Fairer more if I alone love you there
For my insight though often it gleams
But could never ever someone else prepare
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