how can i make a tomb in memory of my heart
When the towering of its beat in juvenile was unreachable by heaights..
Soul's search in desire of its own soul
Is same as tthe honey bee roam around to look for its desired color amongst many beautiful feel....
Break the sun ,and drench the moon,
Clouds today have decided to overpower the soul of thirsty nature,
In times of departing noon.....
The water is flowing without any command,and the dams are broken,
Y to seal the giant ocean in mausoleum of ur heart when it has no boundary of intense emotions...
Hiramalik
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