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You Are By
Waseem A Malla
You are, The moon: too bright to make the stars look
pale, A cloud: laden with showers of rain,
A flower: the best one can find in a vale, The touch: relieving the ailing of their pain.
You are, The sun: with the universe orbiting around,
The wind: all time pacific and serene, A song or the best that can be a sound,
A stream: ***, untouched and clean.
You are, The wine: depriving the wise of their sanity,
The fire and the water: all armistices and no strife,
The one who is justified in all her vanity, The one who is dearer than even my life.
You are, The breeze; that relieves the dwellers of
the earth, The lightning: piercing the blackest of the
cloud, The joy, the delight, the gaiety and the mirth,
The thundering: as much patient, not as much loud.
You are, The snow: weightless, soft and divine bright,
The night: hiding all the wonders of the land, The glow: buried in the wisps of the night,
The day: as spent on the beaches and the sand.
You are, The magic; stretching beyond the limits of
a mind, The sea: saline, vast and limitlessly blue,
The unique: one amongst the millions of this kind,
The puzzle: intriguing, hint less & without a clue.
You are, What angel remains without a wing,
The fragrance: the most pleasing among the sensations,
A smile: the mood straightening curved thing, That ardor of mine, defeating all the others
of my passions.
You are, The soul: which rejuvenates the bodies, Mortal,
The grievance: that needs no reason ever, The thoughts within my being that do hurtle,
The love of mine which will fade: Never...! ! !