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Tahiya Nuzhat
Poems
Aug 2016
My Sabr
The river flew,
Breaking the dam of human convenience;
Tell me where to meet you,
In ether.
The river is flowing
But this wind, its a shrew.
'Sabr' means patience, inspite of apparent lack of manifestation, keeping faith.
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