Tonight

Poem By Parray Shahid

Tonight,
As I lay, pretending
A deep pleasant sleep
The pang seems to abandon me not
I grieve your loss, once more;
Again the wasting pain
Clings to my breast
And hangs from my vying countenance;

Tonight,
Come, wake me up, Will you?
And grieve with me again, pretending!
My Rafiiq!
My Confidante!

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