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The cold war
The life is meaningless.
Lost during the cold war.
The weather is cold.
The road is long.
The life is short.
Can i really reach my destiny?
The mountains were shaking.
Is it the devil or the angel ?
Were my eyes blinded with the obsession of Victory ?
Was it really the End.
Why ? And who ? Were the questions.
Was i falling in a endless pit?
The crows were c...
Friday 27th November 2020 1:20 pm
Arzoo
By: Mirza Sharafat
Khushboo se mehakta aisa hi sansaar hota
ye mosam mere yaha har baar hota
tujhe manaana baar baar sirf hunar hai mera
tera roothna phir kis qadar dushwaar hota
tu kar chuka hai soda emaan ka, ehsaas ka
bawajood iske tu kabhi sharamsaar hota
fakhr e talwaar wo, qatil e kufaar hota
youm e ashoor hamrah Hussain ke Mukhtaar hota
tu haar chuka hai baazi Sharafat ki...
Tuesday 29th August 2017 5:22 am
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