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Mohammad Rifa Ath Poem
Along the crimson hue of the eve,
You and I; let us leave.
Aside the glassy, serene sea
You and I, we shall flee.
Peeping the enigmatic sky, so high
You and I, we'll fly.
Your gleaming eyes, "let me caress"
You and I, we'll immerse.
Through the lush-green hopeful days, we'll chirp
You and I; the lovebirds.
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Mohammad Rifa Ath Poem
Shall I sing to thou, a story of love
love pure and white; whiter than dove.
Her mouth I don't see but her words I hear
for those they take my ears, I shall not fear.
The path she walked, behind will I follow?
"take me please" for the world elsewhere is hollow.
Not my eyes but my heart of her, I saw
"take my eyes out" for it has witnessed more than awe.
"Who is it, the beloved one?"
Isn't it she, the chosen one.
Copyright © MOHAMMAD RIFA ATH | Year Posted 2024
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