Painted Faces

Poem By Ahatisham Alam

There is none who has time
For nothing but love me.
Tears for the pain which I bear for her,
I pine for the eyes which reflect my face.
I want her bereaved of all except me.
Thy world! full of painted faces,
But all deamourous.

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