Since love first made the breast an instrumentOf fierce lamenting, by its flame my heartWas molten to a mirror, like a roseI pluck my breast apart, that I may hangThis mirror in your sightGaze you therein.  -   Allama Iqbal     Quotes
Since love first made the breast an instrumentOf fierce lamenting, by its flame my heartWas molten to a mirror, like a roseI pluck my breast apart, that I may hangThis mirror in your sightGaze you therein. Allama Iqbal
 Heart