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Mar 2019
The bright noon had come,
As a shine in the world
The sun is blazing with fire
With heat,
People bustling works,
Animals in shelters
But poor birds ,
They are sad,
They don't have their green shelters
No trees to sit and sing ,
But instead big skycrapers and buildings
No juicy fruits instead the dried once,
No forests, no friends
and we are the VICTIM,
for their LONELINESS
Ziya mansoor
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Ziya mansoor  14/F/in the world
(14/F/in the world)   
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