Category : Poems

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My heart is woven into your soul 
Identify and attitude had lost thier path as whole 

Music of your ringtone is like a bell ringing in my mind 
Reminds me the sight of your hairs unflurged in wind 

Your words are mark on heart like stains 
Hair-clips are the still with me as the only remains 

Trapped in the body of attitudinal men 
Can't write 'sorry' on greeting card with my pen 

You are not a person for fun 
I had choosen you for my long run

In my drawer all your gifts are kept 
But I believe, dear you are mine
So you would never accept!!
         -Zaid Khan