A Memory
I have lost my eyes' light
Her blood has become white
It was due to our parents,
Who didn't want our relation tight
In the beautiful season of spring
I saw her marriage's painful sight
Now she don't want me to meet
With her memories I often fight
My eyes are strander that
For her I always cried
I don't know why all parents
Do wrong, all relations right
Imran, why you write seriema
While people look for delight
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