Gazal

You know my wounded heart how to cure.
And you are the medicine I'm sure.
Although I find beautiful faces here,
I need you always cause they aren't pure.

Love is not short lived, though we are,
So true lovers have lifelong tenure.
I lost everything when we departed,
Even in dreams everyday you lure.
You deserve all the things I want,
Wise Beautiful Honest and Demure.



2070-05-15, Sindhuli