Cried Heart
The broken Love poem-ends up making a strong individual
By NFPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
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O love, weeping came to an end
I do not know why I started crying after hearing your name
That's how every evening passes in hopes
Today there is something to cry about in the evening
Sometimes the mourning of destiny, sometimes the grief of the world
Manzil Ishq cried at every step
The series of lamentations ended on me
I cried so much in the days of circulation
When it comes to remembrance, the form of love
I cried my heart out
When no one surrounds me
I overthrew the burden by shedding out tears
O Love, weeping makes me strong


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