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Feb 2019
the ways of distraction she put forth
while walking and passing by the old destroyed building
her mind is like an open slate
that is empty and the words distorted
all the traces of past memory is blurred, no, wait!!its ERASED!
but the love in her heart always made its pace!!

a chronic defector, a leaver by choice, a summon of destruction
she had been like this forever
and this forever been like this since she dnt even remember
but ,
the love again piercing the ways from the crack of mountains
in the very dark night when she doesnt even feel her face!!

sometimes, just exhale, its better to exhale than inhale
so that the course of ur lines, for once, dnt stop ur ways
FATE!!!!
it changed so swiftly, like jumping on a bandwagon like paths and space....

the spot where i have stopped, here winds are howling
the dust storm in enigma and gigantic
my clothes, i dnt know, where i saw them last time on me
still there is something, a light in dark, a hope atlast
or may be,
this is like the other chapters i forgot atlast!!
Hira malik
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Hira malik  31/F/Pakistan
(31/F/Pakistan)   
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