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“Smelt her soul Shy eyes rocked my cradle Her roman nose like a Duchess By then her face went away Imaginations also stuck Finally moon went away And I brooded up to skies Did his eyes met my face? Yes they did, With thud of love Fell on the velour of roses.” — Atif Khurshid Wani
Smelt her soul
Shy eyes rocked my cradle
Her roman nose like a Duchess
By then her face went away
Imaginations also stuck
Finally moon went away
And I brooded up to skies
Did his eyes met my face?
Yes they did,
With thud of love
Fell on the velour of roses.