Asif Baloch - Mingled Thoughts

Tears tho i shed
turns into rhymes
with blood thus I wrote
stories of denials

Rising falling everyday
staring into fake display
a canvas which I put on wall
turned white, colorless
reflecting pale

The sorrow tho I wore
I knead them with tears
a sack full of pain
is my earning put by fate

The yearnings thus I yearn
promissed love of my own
boat made of hopes
flooded away by denials

Asif Baloch

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