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17 December 2009
Souls
Life is a captured in the prison of fate
It flies like a bird but feels like a cat
We are uncountable in number
All without love, without soul mates
All my friends are love beggars
This is something that I hate
If they left me then what’s bad?
Death takes us up but souls wait
S. Aarif Ameen (Zahid)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem