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Apr 2017
Life is to feel inwardly bliss
That’s impossible without You
I am to borne pangs of life.
Death is travelling towards You.
You are waiting. I am coming
I am satisfied.
O! Lord!
O! My Lord!
Dr Zik
Written by
Dr Zik  M/Pakistan
(M/Pakistan)   
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