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May 2018
Though I wanted to have
each and every patch of earth,
Now it’s clear I need none.
I am good to go with empty hands.
But one that has none
doesn’t that have any pain?
No skin nor veins?

Going with empty hands
but with feelings and with faith.
Perhaps the belief puts weight
more than the mass of any land!
Written by
Shofi Ahmed  M/London UK
(M/London UK)   
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   Salmabanu Hatim
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