Shayari Bazar

I Am The Morning’s Orphan The Night Hug Me To The Vigil’s Refuge Washed His Face By My Writing And Eyelined My Eyes With His Kohl Combed His Hair By My Pen Laid On My Copybook As Bed Slept On And My Lines As Tired Weary Breasts Ragged From The Harvest’s Years My Heart Is Ashtray For Smoke Secrets And My Evenings Are Expanding While My Morn Is Dumb My Words Are Lighting As Light And Mirror On The Brazen Roofs The Vagrant Wind Is Begging Close To My Window Suddenly My Eyes Shaken Then, I Sat Under The Stars Shine After That I Thought About Flying I Made Wings From Water And I Soared But The Night’s Beloved Freeze My Blurred Wings I Loved Her Pride And I Failed In Love With Her Then, My Songs Altered And I Became A Night’s Foe I Knew That I Couldn’t Fly And But, I Can Sung