You, My poetry.
They envoy your fortune, for you have become my words and my poetry.
تم
تم میرے لیے سرمئی رنگ کی ایک شام ہو جسے دیکھ کر میں سرورِ کائنات میں کھو کر گنگنانے لگ جاتی ہوں۔۔ ۔
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