Valenitne | By: Jawad Ali Anjum | | Category: Poem - Love Bookmark and Share



Oh! My heart, my soul, my life
Come to hold my weary hands
Help me in the worldly strife
And take me to the tranquil lands.

My heart is sad and eyes dark
My being seems a burden great
All joys, all mirth but lack spark
And mind does feel a heavy weight.

Oh! Virgin soul, my valentine
All fragrant flowers wait for you
Come soothe my pain fill glass with wine
And grant my spirit a purpose new.

All emperors, kingdoms turn to dust
The jewels and fame blind inner eye
Our love and faith but others rust
All perish even you and I.

Jawad Ali Anjum
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