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Apr 2015
and though i didn't want it to rain
because the first drop
that fell on my cheek
made me
homesick.

i looked up at the clouds
and asked them
silently
if they have seen
where i
live.

the sky roared in reply
and i kept
wondering
how to decipher
it.
Javaria Waseem
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Javaria Waseem
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