Don't say -
"You are becoming old'
Can't see-
I am turning; gold
I know-
You know my age,
Take pain-
Turn my page
I am not-
White ant eaten door,
You have to knock more,
I will surely open the lock,
Door will be opened before third knock,
My windows are not for you,
But for other world,
And at backyard,
Ye must not peep,
There, lives the Dove,
That I keep,
When you are going to put door?
When ye will open the window?
Are you killing the Dove, at your backyard?
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Aftab Alam
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