Poetry

He is neither angry nor talkative
He doesn’t even look at me

He does not want to hear any mention of death
He doesn’t even rain on me for the first time

Find out why he stays angry with me
I wonder why he would pay attention to Murree

He is neither angry nor talkative
He doesn’t even look at me

He does not want to hear any mention of death
He doesn’t even rain on me for the first time

Find out why he stays angry with me
I wonder why he would pay attention to Murree

JiZayn does not connect with me in the morning
He does not even visit me on the night of Hajj

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