A poem dedicated to Mohammad Arshad
A friend of mine
Was on pins and needles
Looking gloomy
Nothing could cheer him up
Darkness prevailed over his face
Reflecting his wistful longings
Seemed a beaten chessman
He off and on looked at his mobile phone
Loosing all hopes
He entered into a place of worship
I thanked God----
For his right approach
For getting rid of the tension
I had---
Imposed tension
And thanked that
I have no valentine to wait for.
Never express your longing
To one you love
For if you say that to even jenny
She will abandon grazing grass
Forget affair
Otherwise you will suffer likewise
avoid if you can
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