Words relinquished, spectacles on
Pages swiped away , memories gone
Door bell clicked, the pages lost
Settled on chair , like a lost tone.

Face glistening, reading the metaphors
Aromatic infusion creeps inside the soul
Tinted good memories of lost love
Erased all again by the Dove .

Be a reader , forget the world
Be a priest ,not a human
Forget your mother and friend
For be the reader of the written note .

Author: Takbeer Salati

I've never been a millionaire but I just know I’d be darling at it .

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