Sohail Bukhari Poems

kashmir why never not its own,
always lost and always thrown
never ever can taste the purity,
which freedom has in its security
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o, for my dreams to be broken,
and my will to be soten
my own turned me apart
breaking me of the life cart.
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all the dreams crushed below for love,
but now she's turning away some how.
why such a thing did she,
breaking me all apart.
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i know that the dark is out
but i have yet stared not,
reading the books, for me,
which be burden to me,
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THE END
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