Pain....of slicing your nack,
Of hole on your body, bullet built,
Of Yamraj's all sorely purgatories
Sarrow...of to be an orphen,
Of losing standing, of bemoan
Mother's to be aparted & away
From her little life,
Of own's death
Fear...of your life's last,
Of being beyound dreaded devil,
Of mid night crematorium,
To be in grif of cruel ISI
ARE nothing and even bearable
But to be in love with a flase beloved,
Proves more dreaded, dismal & dangerous
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