Muhammad Umair Biography

As I walk into this room,
An inevitable feeling of retrospect 
Befalls me. I behold all 
That has never been there. You—
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Is the clock ticking forward or
Backwards! Every day,
I meet, greet and treat
People caressingly. Next day—they
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All the walks,
All the talks,
Hand in hand,
How we explored land after land.
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How I sit
ruefully alone today,
and contemplate people
who vanish after saying,
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I stood waiting for you at
The crossroad of separation.
Springs, too many, shone in the skies
And the suns kissed the mountains
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