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Apr 2014
What brought happiness to me, now triggers my pain,
The downpour, withers my veins,
The fragrance of the roses in the spring,
The twines of wine tied like a string,
It makes me nostalgic, my heart aches,
I'm fragile, you touch me, I break.
Shattered I am, can't be gathered,
Collecting me you must sustain,
The tortures, cuts and the pain,
I'm a glass, a window pane,
Bleak like December's rain,
A poem you never share,
A mouthful of beer,
Yes, I end here.
Sidra Amin
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Sidra Amin  Peshawar, Pakistan.
(Peshawar, Pakistan.)   
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