Dew Will Perish
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I am a gloomy book, grief that keep,
If you read me, I'm sure, you will weep
Muse within me enjoys when I write,
Very good ‘Aftab'for survival you must fight,
You learnt to laugh in grief,
You stole a drop of happiness from ocean grief,
Sun perches and peeps
Sitting on my thought branch,
through my window,
Said-till there is sun, dew will perish -
@ Poet Aftab Alam Khursheed All right reserved
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