My thoughts never stop.
Like a wrecked ship I stand,
Many hours, becoming a saint.
Aashiqui maybe a synonym to you,
Passion being the relationship.
The pleasure I get knows no bounds,
As a butterfly on spreading its wings.
Never felt you as a dumb,
Though you reach me empty.
Killing the trees you are born,
Still you are my soul mate...ever!
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