Wuthering Woe
From centuries in the sands in woods
In rivulets oceans boat of love
It Rowan Rowan from Day first
With cuckoo, seagull wounded dove
O hazy phantom speak with us
Like blood in heart thou circulate
Thy chamber in the niche of soul
From maddening world so isolate
Thy Laila, Juliet, Romeo Qais
Wherest they live wherest they go?
They live in desert of the earth
Or they in Eden ocean row
O wounded love , thy haunted lanes
Are filled with graves of tears and woe
In search of Thee, in burning world
From ages people come and go
Copyright © Sabahat Batool | Year Posted 2023
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