The wind of life just flows
Near my heart
Sometimes she kisses me.
With her sweept lips
Sometimes she flows like a storm
And crushes the staves of dream
Then whe pulls me down
Into the depth of great sorrow
But I like her always
Because, I know it is the
Price of pleasure and peace
Oh! Please don't draw in my heart
Your sharp sword
Yet I will write in my heart
With golden letters
Life is the sweetest fruit
In this whole world
-Abdul Basith
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