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Jan 2015
I was ****** in this life,
where I’m nothing but a cloud.
I was happy being a star.
Now thunder drums out loud.

Don’t blow. Stop the wind.
I’m fading, mad at you.
Shouldn’t have brought me back.
I was as good as a dying soul…

I’m nothing but a beautiful lie.
I’m nothing but a snap of your fingers.
I’m nothing but a silent cry.
I’m nothing but a new mist that lingers.

Out of me each flower is plucked.
Out of me each breath is ******.
Is that what you wanted most?
Back from dead, now life has struck.

Don’t blow. Stop the wind.
I’m fading, mad at you.
Shouldn’t have brought me back.
I was as good as a dying soul…

I’m nothing but a beautiful lie.
I’m nothing but a snap of your fingers.
I’m nothing but a silent cry.
I’m nothing but a new mist that lingers.
Munazza Bangash
Written by
Munazza Bangash  Pakistan
(Pakistan)   
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