classic english poems

Should I write in your love?

Shall I write satam or write your grace on my heart?


Unfaithful in your party

We have also burned the heart


My love is with you

O Hussain of the flower of Gulab


I don't remember often

That you will have pain


This is the beauty of your beauty

That made me a poet


All the moments of your hijr

They call me unfaithful


In the dreams of those nights

You see me often


This person's memory is also odd

When it comes, the heart beats


Tell that person

We belong to him anyway


Your memory haunts me

Every hour every moment to me

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