Wednesday, January 28, 2015

He Was My Flesh Comments

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He was my flesh when he died, sinking to the seabed,
Ablaze like flames of the entire globe, always in distress;
Wings were flying the soul with wool and cotton in sight,
Clothing had to be tired of the body at employment.
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Naveed Akram
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