Baskadia

MOTHER

Poem - MOTHER By - Ansh Pratap Singh (Auradeus)

My first love dairy..

In days of old, our love did gleam, A whispered promise, like a dream. Though now we've parted, hearts once entwined, The memories linger, sweet and kind. A chapter closed, yet love remains, In hidden corners, it sustains. Though paths diverged, and tears were shed, You'll forever dwell in my heart's homestead.

RED

Standing at the balcony You're just staring at the sky I can see the sadness and pain in your eyes I know you've been hurt countless of times Life flies One thing is certain, and the rest is lies In my room, I can hear  your screams and cries The flower that once has bloomed forever dies

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The woman who loves me is my mother, She takes the trouble so we can go further. She is one who is sweet as bun, She taught us to be one.

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میں جو بولا کہا کہ یہ آواز اُسی خانہ خراب کی سی ہے۔ آتش غم میں دل بھنا شاید دیر سے بو کباب کی سی ہے میر ان نیم باز آنکھوں میں ساری مستی شراب کی سی ہے۔

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