Poetry by myself 1
Your hands are warm
Your heart is kind
Let me die for your eyes
Let me touch your heart
Come here to sing the song of love
the song of innocent love
don't worry , don't fear
nobody can be against us
God is with us
Sanam - Farideh
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ئی دستاں گرم
تئی دل مھربان
بل مناں کے مراں پہ تئی چماں
بل مناں کے ھمگرنچ باں گوں تئی دلءَ
بیا ادا بواں مھرے سوت ءَ
... مھرے بے میاریں سوتءَ
پگر مکن
مترس
کسے بیت نکنت مئے ھلاپءَ
ھست ھدا گوں ما
صنم
By three methods we may learn wisdom: first by Reflection, which is noblest; second by Imitation, which is easiest; and third by Exprience, which is the bitterest