*o Hate

O hate!
Thou art to me
Like the bird for a song dead
A gazelle hunted for beauty
A spirit enchained for freedom

What pity
The secrete mirrors of love
In scrolls carry thy name

Islamabad
5/4/2010

by Sadiqullah Khan

Comments (2)

Very very much contemplative for Mod….humans Voted 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK
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