Poetry: The Other side of Love

I Fell in Love,

 And not conscious, there is also morning and evening passing in the day,

Like a singing bird,

Not conscious, that there is net with huntsman

Laying on the soft bed enjoying,

Not conscious of the Rival on the other side,

Stunned while looking at the Bartender

Not conscious of the drink will finish

Mad visited a blooming river,

Saying there is more beautiful place then this

Let’s find the truth of the priest,

Saying there will be Fun in world hereafter.

(Credit: derived from the great Pashto Poet, Rehman Baba)

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