Asalamu Alikum Baijan,
24 September 2017
I am shahid shafi as you know me by a feeble relation that happened between us few months ago. As such I earnestly desire to change this acquintance into strong friendship which has a solid reason to be so. You know we are both harbouring same interest in writing and that too in a same language. There are reasons and sentiments in my being that leads me close to your personality.
As of your poetic psyche , I revolve round it like a moth and adhers to it to smell an imortal fragrance. When I read you I feel my own poetic instinct touched that has gone barren and has dried up through emotions of poetry. It is in quenchless thirst and I hope it will drink from the springs of your poetry If your noble self would allow so.
If by chance I write sometime, there is nobody around me who can listen by heart. Here are no doubt bards and writers but they are not writing in english and you can well comprehend that me and my pen is alien and stranger to them. I am dreadfully anguished that to whom and where I can open my bosom. I am dwelling my days between veterinarians, cricketers, shopkeepers, masons and captalists. It is a certain reason that I feel frustation and solitude.It is the certain impetus that I cry and wipe tears in the corner of my room. My pulse beats but in my aparted heart. I begin my day with myself and end the dusk with myself.Now, There is only hope to me and that you can thoughfully imagine.
Fervently yours
Shahid shafi
24 September 2017
I am shahid shafi as you know me by a feeble relation that happened between us few months ago. As such I earnestly desire to change this acquintance into strong friendship which has a solid reason to be so. You know we are both harbouring same interest in writing and that too in a same language. There are reasons and sentiments in my being that leads me close to your personality.
As of your poetic psyche , I revolve round it like a moth and adhers to it to smell an imortal fragrance. When I read you I feel my own poetic instinct touched that has gone barren and has dried up through emotions of poetry. It is in quenchless thirst and I hope it will drink from the springs of your poetry If your noble self would allow so.
If by chance I write sometime, there is nobody around me who can listen by heart. Here are no doubt bards and writers but they are not writing in english and you can well comprehend that me and my pen is alien and stranger to them. I am dreadfully anguished that to whom and where I can open my bosom. I am dwelling my days between veterinarians, cricketers, shopkeepers, masons and captalists. It is a certain reason that I feel frustation and solitude.It is the certain impetus that I cry and wipe tears in the corner of my room. My pulse beats but in my aparted heart. I begin my day with myself and end the dusk with myself.Now, There is only hope to me and that you can thoughfully imagine.
Fervently yours
Shahid shafi
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