Dry Desert
written by: Inam Ullah
The flower of my love,
Never bloomed in her heart
I watered it so much,
With blood of my own
Even God did not accept,
My prayers and my cries
And now sitting alone,
I think about all these
I find guilt in myself
If I have loved her,
For her beauty and her charms,
Then why should I expect,
The same feelings from her
For my love is a dry desert,
Even tries her best,
She cannot quench my thirst.
My name is inamullah and I am a lawyer from Peshawar Pakistan, I am writing poetry for last one year.
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