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The greatest grief for a writer is to lose the connection with the pen and the paper.
Shazia ullah Dec 2015
The stars
They listen to my secrets, they listen to my pain
The stars
They whisper to me comfort, night after night,
Again and again
The stars
See me shiver, see me break, see me laying
Wide awake
The stars
Oh the stars.....
Shazia ullah Dec 2015
Its raining
Cold and wet
They sit there,
They pray
They hope
They pray some more,
Darkness falls
Someone breathes their last
Its the last breath and
It kills all around him
Shazia ullah Dec 2015
Mother, you sheild me
You hold me tight when i'm scared
You are my heaven
Shazia ullah Dec 2015
She was given to u to love
She was given to u to care for
She was given to u to make a family
She was given to u to make a home
Husbands remember, Allah counts her tears!

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