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NAIVE WAS I... A POEM BY ASIF SULTAN MATTA

NAIVE WAS I... Asif Sultan Matta.  Naive was I in  field of love Tyrant, caring, sincere lot of Feuds and complaints, brawls are its part Sulking caring our days would pass Hovering with you like  dragonfly Blind in your love, lost all my shy Your eyes, an ocean and I fish To swim in them ever had I wished Enthralling smiles dimple your cheek Charming talks would snatch away my sleep Nights like were days and days drowsy Had been always with you busy. Soothe of my pain was pain itself, Nearness of yours made me reckless. The pain is you, and you  solace My Achilles’ heel,  innocent face.