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Nuha Khwaja Jul 19
I see her enchanting smile with her perfect teeth
and eyes gleaming with every bit of happiness in the world
I love her as much as I love the sands and as much as I love the wind
But at the same time I hate her more than I hate the floods
I would die for her but my crimson hands wouldn’t tremble strangling her
Everyones looking at her and she’s so pretty
And I’m being absorbed by these walls around me
I don’t want this light, what I seek is a pair of eyes that never meet mine
Those eyes that are shine brighter than the sun,
prettier than the moon like the pole star on a black night
But those rays only fall on her flesh
Now I’m standing on the edge of a cliff
There’s a vast forest in front of me, its my forest, all mine
I sowed the seed of agony ,it were my tears that watered its saplings
It was my burning heart that nourished them
But my forest isn’t green ,its different shades of brown with dead leaves and ugly flowers, yet its still mine
If I am wrong, if I am evil then it wouldn’t be so hard,
If I am the devil I wouldn’t be bowing in front of god,
My shawl wouldn’t be wet and my voice wouldn’t be raspy
For my life is a nightmare that never ends…..

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