Ghazala Lari Poems

When blessings start to pour

There's no room to store
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I'd rather choose to walk away

Than fall a prey to vain desires
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It's time to let go

All that obstructs
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My room is filled with memories,

There stood a lamp with yellow shades,
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In a quiet corner of the room, stood the wall clock

With a swinging pendulum, but no cuckoo to talk
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My study table, oh how it's changed

From a place of fairytales, it now ranges
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This rocking chair has been in our family

Since long before I could even remember,
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In the heart of the kitchen it stands,

An ordinary steel jug, weathered by time,
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Amidst the garden where I sat,

A guava tree stood tall and grand,
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Book of life where language intertwines with grace,
Words emerge as medicine, healing with tender embrace.
They possess power to cure all that ails,
Mending shattered hearts, where pain once prevailed.
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