You are my possession,
on which I have no accession.
Your obsession,
has led me to a session,
where I am in a confession,
that I am your reflection.
Your affection makes my heart race
with such a pace,
that the colour of my face,
has started to change it's place.
I feel no more bad,
when someone says me mad.
For I know you are the reason,
for the change in my season.
(Few lines by ---- Falkiya Najam)
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