Let me be the flower of your garden,
Which flutters in the morning,
Shrivels in the afternoon, and
Dies in the evenung,
Leaving fragrance behind.
Let me be the slave of your dreams,
Who never thinks of leaving his master,
Dies for him and be forgotten forever.
Let me be the wind that touches your body,
and be blown away...
Never to be felt again.
Let me be the rain that,
Sprinkles your face,
And goes down in the earth.
Let me Be yours...
Never to be seen again,
For once in your life,
For i will never ask,
anything more in my life.
(Raheel Ahmed Shaikh , CCL XI)
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