Shayari Bazar

She Sat Opposite Of MeWhen I Was Stealing My Copybook’s VirginityShe Gifted From Her Eyes A Kiss To MeI Thought It’s To Someone ElseBut No One Was Behind MeEvery Time She Was Staring At MeMy Paper’s Virginity Was StealingHer Face Is A Reflection Of Moon On WaterAnd I Am The Wisher Who Tosses A Wish To The BottomShe Has Got The Laughter Of The Dawn In His RiseHer Lips Look Like Two Banks Of RiverWhen I Send A Kiss She LaughsThen  I See The Whiteness Of A CloudHer Breast Like Tow MountainLined In Centre  By Light RiverAnd I Am A Happy Cloud On The TopNouzad Jadan