Uzma Jamil

Time is to take a jerky turn,
I blinkingly moved away,
The end is flawless,
Nostalgias awakened;
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Bloom could the cherries no more,
The haste that burdened,
Made visionary the sight,
Restrictions frequent but pure,
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Though it had been barren,
Yet thorns of mercy grew,
Filled the cracked petals with tears,
The buds that were to bloom,
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The motive of frankness,
Burst into a desert,
Thy eyes opened to see the swan,
Echoes, awes, all awakened,
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To wave the emotions,
Of joy on the brows,
Thoughtless clouds of glowing gallant,
Bad omens in the hours pleasant,
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