To Meet My Beloved
O dear friend, the magpie is singing randomly,
That melody is flowing through the deep forest,
That sound is enterimg into my heart smoothly.
My body is getting weaker as it needed rest.
Today's moon lit night is very special,
My mind is getting energised,
I am about to forget my shyness as usual.
My speech is getting freezed.
My limbs are trembling in the flowers garden.
My feet are not moving,
My scarf is lying on the Eden,
The half bloomed lotus er shaking.
My eyes are dazzling with tears,
I can't raise my eyes,
How can I control my fears?
The flowers are falling similar to cries.
The river is flowing making murmur sound,
The moon is smiling,
That smile can make me wound.
Shahadat is about to dying.
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