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Jul 2018
It explains
All childhood gains
The damp soil and people all plain
How easy was it to obtain
Fritter, butter, tea , paratha on a plate
And the gentle smile gone not in vain
Of weak limbs and sight living their tales
A sudden flash and all is blind
A slight whisper and all is behind.
For the love of rain.
Afia
Written by
Afia  22/F/Lahore, Pakistan
(22/F/Lahore, Pakistan)   
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