She told me all her pain
I looked at her dismal face and said
It’s alright honey!
You are not the only one
We all are suffering
A crack in the mind of a genius
A hole in the heart of a lover
A veil on the eyes of a painter
And a lock on the lips of an orator
I am cursed sir
Melancholia surrounds me
Death calls my name from unknown land
Hope is in loss these days and help suffers a fatal famine
Mood fluctuates and thoughts are heading to a tunnel
Love is no more there though it all the time beats in the mind
What should I do sir?
Can you help me -
With your truthful mind and sincere heart
When I am being cursed by the Master of all
Aug 02,2009
Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
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