The pain of the heart is unique
The sorrows behind the love
My broken heart is to seek
Like a docile dove

It crunches me when I remember you
Could I explain then or now?
The taste like the dew
Increases at every moment, ask how?

It hurts when I am being gathered
And in the loneliness as well
My days are dark you heard
When you negated what I tell

The words of charm are to separate
With the same mouth and tongue
When you slapped with hate
I fell ill from soul to lung

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Shahid Shamshad Kumar
Shahid Shamshad Kumar
Shahid Shamshad is from Khushipora HMT area of Srinagar. He is a student and loves poetry.

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