The earth left under my feet...

At moment, earth left under my exhausted feet,
The clouds fell down from firmament, turning into soot,
When I found my peace in you, heeding the heartbeat -
But there was no place for me in its amplitude.

Allah bestowed His grace on that a lovely floret
Which grew up next to you in a carefree childhood.
She entered in your lonely life, making it complete.
The Lord sent her profusely everything He could.

My heart is not an envious, it only hoped to meet
A soul mate by following the melody of flute.
Instead, I got rain tears just on the glass as gift,
The shards of sky and ashes of clouds that hurt the soil of mood...


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