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Oct 2017
Look look look
  At this huge clay
   Clay is  falling on top of  clay
    The end of clay is also clay
      Hey!!! stop stop stop......
        Stop saying it "my ,mine"
           Nor its yours , nor  its mine
             Its four days !!!
               World is festival of four days    
                 Then the clay is just waste
                   The end  
                     Dont make  
                       here hustle bustle
                         Also i am clay
                           also you are clay
                             This Castes is clay
                              Those Clours are clay
                                  "  Just God is high"
                                      Everything else
                                         Is just
                                               " clay"
Human is just clay.... will mixed up into clay ..... just God "Allah "is above the all he is high ....
kainat rasheed
Written by
kainat rasheed  19/F/pakistan
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