Sleepless Nights, Restless Days
Like a creeper creeps a tree
Eating all its green, turns it pale
Allows not bearing fruits and flowers
Eats up all its health, charm and beauty
So you have my haunted love
Living every second in head mine
Not allowing sleep or thoughts divert
Close eyes, dream your dreams
Open, your images all around
In every enchanting rose
In rays of sun,
In the charm of full moon
Or the morning breeze
Sense none but you
Let me have one my own
Dreams mine or fantasies.
poem by Jahan zaib
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