Wine of Superstition
I have a superstition you love me more
Now love is opprobrium at the very core.
I thought you still read my letters
I have a superstition your tears still cries.
I think same pigeon still waits on that trees.
I think same butterflies still dance in that garden.
Beautiful pinkish tint doves peck in that garden.
Where we met first, where our hearts make noises.
Demolished fort of Love still asking your promises.
I have a superstition my place in your heart.
Pigeon waits to brings your letter to me.
I have a superstition you are so close to me.
Distance needs to desire your permission.
I think, Pigeon have a same superstition.
I have a superstition, you saved all the roses.
The meeting night chapters has been closed.
Those glad days memories when we closed.
I drinks the wine of superstition.
Time perish of heart condition.
I still count the stars at night
I still collect pearls of my eyes
I still wait Moon may land on earth
I have a superstition your eyes still searched
Myth of my feelings smashing
The story has been ended
but heart does not believe it.
Again a new wave crying
Life says to me for dying..
I have a superstition you love me more
Now love is opprobrium at the very core.
Written by : Faizan Munawwar
Fareha Sameen
06-Apr-2022 07:55 PM
Very nice
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Zainab Irfan
18-Mar-2022 10:34 PM
Good
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Abhinav ji
16-Mar-2022 07:48 AM
Very nice
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