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A day without you
The day resembling your golden eyes dawned
I opened the latch of time to come out
Outside was blowing a pleasing breeze
Leaves hanging on trees and on pathways
For long I wandered with roving leaves
At places a dream chirping like a bird was flying
At evening more than drifting leaves
People with golden hair and silver bodies
Came out of their houses and workplaces
I was somewhat silent that eve
Awake but unaware
Cold breeze cooling the eyes was pleasing
You were so far away or by my side
Wrapped up in the warmth of your dream
I measured the extent of that night.
Zaman Malik
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