Tell him Tell him to come as the weather is lovely
Tell him there's no excuse for staying away tell him that the streets seem deserted without him
tell him that the rose buds have now wilted in the vase
tell him that the birds have flown back to their nests
tell him that I have lit oil lamps at my home for him
tell him not to think of my love as a game
tell him it's not enough to meet only in dreams
tell him that a sadness prevails over the moon and the stars
tell him how can I blame spring
tell him that the messenger does'nt bring any message from him
tell him i cannot be at rest even for a moment
tell him to return home before eve
As I have written his name
Before mine...
~ Amna Komal |
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