Written by: ijaz ahmad

Pulsating love is changing into clay
a chunk of my heart dies every day
Anar Kali was engulfed by a wall in a day
I am being stoned day by day
atmosphere is gloomy for you are far away
flowers and butterflies seems to me gray
before i am completly buried in this way
I wish to express what heart want to say
when you were in life then spring did stay
now all things have gone,all hopes, every pray be continued