Author Rasul Mir My heart you stole, and left me a maiden. With a blot in Ashes I'll smear myself and wander away,dear Thee I'll hold by neck, and squeuster away in heart ike robe I'll cling Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments