Where shall I go? Wherever I go, I see a mysterious girl, Spreading beam from her bosom, Calls me in a mystical tone and soon I become motionless, Tumbling down on a rigid pathway. Where shall I remain? Wherever I remain, I see a dying candle Blunts my senses like a lifeless grave But I try to awake my soul By singing a romantic song. Where shall I sleep? Wherever I sleep, I feel the pinches of Thorns and shrubs as if I am On a bed in jungle. 0' dear, there's an ideal place along the Curve of the river, Where we can play a game of Undulant pleasure.
Editor: A.M. MUFAZZAL, Managing Editor: ARSHAD HOSEIN.
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