IF I COULD WRITE A BOOK!
Impressive moment uploaded to a day,
The sun rose charmful for the bay,
For the mind filled with sorrows,
grief, ups and downs, and conspicuous furrows,
As the sun rose like the same abode.
Literally commemorated the evocation of blonde,
Glazed air from hairs, the euphonious glow from eyes,
All I could see fleed and seen in far-flung skies.
Now, if I Could write a book for my baby,
The first thousands of pages will carry their lullaby,
Under the open skies, someone had gazed like a blessing,
The air looked soothing and so the day was impressing.
Finally, spontaneous flow of charm interfered,
The beauty, charm, the glow disappeared.
Late-night tales, the bayside fire would bring back me,
Do I come? No, a long time back you delibated me.
Written by Shahid Mehboob Khatana
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