Permit me to be dead by next morning.
A night in passion had been exhaustive,As dreams burnt in their heat;
Lost in the ecstasy,
As if there were no tomorrow.
Live it now
Or leave!
They bluntly told me.
What I’ve done, and is what I’ve done.
I can’t undo what I lost,Or gained,
As we wanted it to travel on, and And on.
Hence,I refuse to wake
Thinking it was another dream
That faded into nothingness again.
Source: tribune.com.pk