Taukali Mast

Friends,
Look how mischievously my heart longs for her
in moments and happenings.
My heart inquires whether she is an angel or fairy.
Today
I am impatient again to behold her sight.
This is not merely a poem
rather an outpouring of heart’s ache.
[My]Sammo is free from any servile bands
She comes by
dressed in cotton wool.

[Mast Taukali]

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