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Nov 2020
Nobody comes here
The wind sometimes brings me out
The leaves struggle to console me
But they cannot
I too
Only smoke flies inside the room
This is how life
Runs after war
I'm not happy for his patritism
Who is there to love me
Like him
Nobody comes
The smoke doesn't help
Mohd Arshad
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