Night
Days passed as if
Life of a moth ,
Ah ! The memory
Never faded ,
It dances in the
Valleys of my mind
Like a whirlpool
In jhelum.
Night's come clothed
With your gown ,
Instead of crown it has
long tresses ;more darkness .
Lovers sleep in the lap
Of the night
Under the shadows of your tresses .
Nawaz Hussain Parray
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