Muhammad Adnan Gujjar
Sitting alonwith river Channa
Walking, you often beat with n
Your face graces the eyes
With multishades like hina!
Oh! the cruel ruler of my heart
Why do youunties the knot
Your touch irritates my mind
Fights to life’s find.
Under acacia tree
I touch yor nose
With the different of channa’s pose
Sometime, i drunk
Like a tattered Monk
Oh! the brightness of lusterless eyes
I often fly
The timeless flight
In broad daylight.
By: Muhammad Adnan Gujjar