A Complain
A complain is hidden in my heart,
That makes me every time alert.
My life has gone to end awaken,
Now my breath has broken by dirt.
This is what every meeting feels,
Your eyes asking me some sort.
Often I feel through walking,
Someone is doing with me flirt.
Imran is kind to everyone dear, then,
How anyone can be with him worst?
Copyright © Imran Nazeer | Year Posted 2021
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