Annihilated bit by bit
in the morn of September,
my remnants are flying
in the air, everywhere;
My eyes have melted
with the sun’s piercing rays,
your lips have dispersed rosy balm
for my following burnt days.
@ Dr. Nikhat Bano
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A delicately woven,pleasant poetic divertissement.