A beautiful poem by Mohsin Naqvi that takes you back to the past and refreshes you
I saw him in that day
It was like a rose when it opened
He used to see sleep from his eyelids
His speech was like wine
Because of this, he was running away from the air
His face was like moon
People use to read his body
It was like a book of literature
He used to speak the language of fragrance
People listen to him in the crowd
I saw him in that day
All his eyes were mirrors
He was elected in the whole world
Being a total stranger
It was like a river mirage
The dream is that it "comes true".
This is the truth, it was a dream
People used to listen to it in their hearts
The image of the shadow and the companions
Even in your sleep, you are looking at him
I found him in that place
I saw him in that day
When he used to talk with charming smile
He spent the night in the tent of the heart
The colors were falling in his eyes
I saw him in that day
But this is a long story
But this is a far-fetched myth
In his mind
It's the 19th century
You are the same now
It is like the evening of the desert of Hijra
How will it be today?
I saw him in that day
It was like a rose when it opened.
🥀💔🦋✍️ Mohsen Naqvi.
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