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Aug 2015
Her smile so patronizing,
Obstinate,
Unexpressable !

I mourn in pain,
Whilst it starts to rain,
The drip drop of the water,
It makes my heart want to smother,
But because of my daughter,
I try not to bother.

She passes me by,
Not caring about
her whereabouts,
sigh.

She's so busy in her
life,
That she's forgotten that
she is my
wife !
A husbands point of view.
Arfah Afaqi Zia
Written by
Arfah Afaqi Zia  Pakistan
(Pakistan)   
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