Neither a flattery nor a satire
Telling a truth, I swear
Whole the dale attiring fog
No one come out for jog
At the dawn of cold days
Underneath of golden sun rays
I was alone, solitude and hopeless
Wandering in the fog, yes
You were the only, who know
Broken hearts, treated how
You has known, soul’s therapy
By spreading your tresses’ canopy
You gave me a solace
With warming grace
My heart, when found you
Winking eyes, dripping though
And I uttered, aloud
With a unique proud
You were a hidden treasure, I discovered
And met on earth, greatly endeared
Ghammaz Jee (poet)
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