Eyes poetry #partiko

Fury Miri thirsty often eyes

Sahara Mira Face is Saltwater Third Eyes

Then who will give them as-mercenary-e-Tabassum?

I will cry very much by splitting my eyes

The empty palm of the evening-e-giriban

What do you do not do gauhar tere eyes

I see barely but me

Open eyes and eyes

Not yet erased from the memories of black memories

Angrily

If possible, I would like to say the latest Ghazal

Then do not touch your eyes and your eyes

I am standing in a single road

Maybe I will see my eyes turned away

It is not good to keep looking at it 'Mohsin'

It is the pack of glass, then the stone is my eyes