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May 2016
The sun I think is beautiful,
Rays come home.
The ocean I think is stretched,
Waves reach the shore.
The sky I think is endless,
Raindrops pour down.

Your arms are that home,
That shore,
That land which can soak me.
Forever, for eternity,
I will return to you,
Once should you call...
Syeda Shams Unnisa
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Syeda Shams Unnisa  3 feb 2000. India.
(3 feb 2000. India.)   
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