by Dr Amanullah Ashru
I like to make you
eternity in my poem.
Has time any source?
You are, if any, in my life.
You never stop.
You go on, go on,
Then I realise that I am alive.
Dear, I like to live,
To write poems,
To make you alive.
In eternity
You live
In my poems.
You never end.
Does love end?
You are eternity,
In which I live.
My poems speak of you,
Time to come.
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