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Jan 2015
I am a drop of winter rain
People say I fall in vain
But none of them hears my pain
All they worry about is a stain

Peace from me at times they obtain
Still, no one cares how ruthlessly I am slain
I cry, wash their sins and am lost in a drain
Only with a hope of being born again.
Abdul Fatir
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Abdul Fatir  Roorkee, India
(Roorkee, India)   
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