By Muhammad Imran
Moon asked, “Tell me,
What pains are inside your heart?
And I will destroy them
And I covered up my tears and
anguish of the heart
and asked the moon to let them remain
an unspeakable story and let me suffer.
O Moon write down my cryfest story,
Render the story of my blemished heart
Limn the sky by blots of my heart
And the rendered story will make stars cry.
Muhammad Imran hails from Tral, Jammu and Kashmir, and is pursuing a Bachelors degree in Science.
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