strange city


human-tear

 

Neither friend nor rival, what a pity, exists
How strange it is, such a city exists.

Love, that maddening passion, is now past
Separation, my destiny, pitchy, exists.

Whom should I ask, come with me
Each carries a cross, so weighty, exists.

Whose face can I for hours contemplate
Any one, so close, a beauty, exists?

Looking at you I’m compelled to think
Friend or foe, a dilemma so pretty exists.

 

Rana sahri

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