Twenty one years of pain decentered at once
Moment of embarrassment comes to sense
Where a walk with me makes her plea ruthlessness
Where a talk with me is subjected to an end,
Looking up to the clear sky with black poles in front
Every greenery , the lashing thunders , fuzzy water and quick painful heavy heart gives the vibe of her yellow dress
Every show down to the lanes of jehlum
Define the melancholy of the whiskey crow
Every sound and empty waves makes his soul throw,
Life is a justice to which lord speaks
Seeing her after years of distance and endless painful flow,
Wasn’t he good all those years yelling his empty soul
Just three months of silence gave them no space in lifeful bowl,
The brawl of his scream and her ego
Defined to the end of that hero,
Would you return if I die , lips move
Where will I find you if he has no shoe
Give me a chance I beg you
Smoke was what killed him not the fire.
Up in flames of the indefinable pain comes again
Empty heart , lifeless soul and drenched life is all what is left in his drier.
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