Gender Of Truth
Unlike me she is like a gender of truth
Not known to me as grandeur of hate
Coz i was not toying with her fate
Not fetching her love as panecea of mate
Being statitute is being ignoble on face
And crying for her love with hublest pace
Where there is no mercy above tiem and space
No kinship but a race what a mechevillian race
To be kind mean passionate but for who's sake
To wedlock two like birds in a cage
Swift is their impulse void of any comisseration
Owning thy heart with out compassion
poem by Hafiz Qasim
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