A reporter manages it to Express
voices Mughli
An old mother
Impaired eyes
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On a dusty lane in Crowne Plaza
We happen to meet,
'Why do you turn them away'?
'Why do i lower them down'?
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Shahid,
Come and WITNESS,
The illusions of peace;
Under the serene shades of Naseem Bagh
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MY SALT TEARS
FALL ON THE SOLIDITY
OF ICE-BERG,
CAJOLING SOME DROPS
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I LOVED YOU A WORLD,
I LOVED YOU MORE THAN THIS WORLD,
THIS WORLD WAS DIFFERENT AND DISTANT
FROM OUR IDYLL; A BEAUTIFUL WORLD.
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THE PIOGNANT YEARNINGS OF MY LACERATED HEART
ARE LOST IN THE DIN OF BANALITY,
AND AGAIN MOTES THE QUESTION,
WHAT IS FARCE, WHAT REALITY?
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THIS SUMMER
LOOK THROUGH THE WINDOW PANES
AND SEE THE GREEN LEAVES
CASTING A BENIGN GAZE
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This warm winter
In a silent bustle
Notice the morphology of Indian trees!
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When one of my friends,
Who always allowed me to watch him
From the fringes into his soul,
Through sweet motherly innuendoes
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From the glass that is black
And our own cedars,
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