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Jul 2018
Broken piece of land
floating on one hand

With a tree of thoughts
expressing the world which is forgot

Birds can't sing
to their lovely voice of descant

The life will end this way
on a broken piece of land.
This is a poem about a broken piece of our land which means earth. A tree is only left with thoughts and birds which can't sing for long.
Raviha Hussain
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Raviha Hussain  16/F/Pakistan
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