Zubia Naqvi Poems

When the night comes, all the birds fly to their homes, everything gets quiet and barren.
The sky gets dark as coal.
It seems like the sun is covered by a black glove, which doesnot let light escape through it.
The moon gets light as the sun goes down. The satrs appear high up in the sky, they twinkle and sparkle like diamonds on a black cloth.
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There was once a heart which was full of joy, love and happiness. There came a bright light, shimmering and glowing, which took over the heart.
It gave the heart more happiness and more love than ever.
But a day came when it stole everything from the heart - joy, love, and happiness.
The bright light was actually full of darkness and sorrows.
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