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Poem By Parray Shahid

Wilt thou recall my name
Throughout our resolute parting game
- And after?
Or will it deaden and die
As a melancholy murmur
Of sunshine laden winds of summer,
The passing haze of night,
Or chaste waves of springing delight?
-
And then- in passing hours of slack faith
Found fading upon your favourite page
My name, to behold its end stage?
Like an emmet having lost its way
From the spectre of love's tempting bay.
- -
If ‘tis so - let be it
Let it leave you not,
Any sweet lingering impression
And upon thy beauties wicked ground
New, tempestuous passion be found.
-
But-
When an hour of agony
Has you fret, tormented
Wilt thou not recall my image?
And pray for my heed one fold
And ask if 'He still remembers me? '
'His heart still pays me homage? '.

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