Shayari Bazar

I Am The Morning’s OrphanThe Night Hug Me To The Vigil’s RefugeWashed His Face By My WritingAnd Eyelined My Eyes With His KohlCombed His Hair By My PenLaid On My Copybook As BedSlept On AndMy Lines As Tired Weary BreastsRagged From The Harvest’s YearsMy Heart Is Ashtray For Smoke SecretsAnd My Evenings Are ExpandingWhile My Morn Is DumbMy Words Are Lighting As LightAnd Mirror On The Brazen RoofsThe Vagrant Wind Is BeggingClose To My WindowSuddenly My Eyes ShakenThen, I Sat Under The Stars ShineAfter That I Thought About FlyingI Made Wings From WaterAnd I SoaredBut The Night’s BelovedFreeze My Blurred WingsI Loved Her PrideAnd I Failed In Love With HerThen, My Songs AlteredAnd I Became A Night’s FoeI Knew That I Couldn’t Fly AndBut, I Can Sung