There is somewhere on the other side of now,
Bereft of all pain and suffering,
Filled with boundless joy and being,
A blinding light unbeknownst to me
Beyond the threshold of my mind it awaits,
A place without reason nor desire,
A haven of pulchritudinous beauty,
Where the mindless wanderer roams
Should I find this Paradise somewhere,
I shall bequeath it to you, my Love.
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Midnight's Magic
Poetryan assortment of random midnight thoughts woven into poetry The chapter names are in Urdu and the English meanings are given in the brackets beside them
