Poem: The truth
The wind doesn’t speak of peace anymore It carries the poison all around Chinars have lost their shadows these days The taste of the air is lost somewhere I wonder; Is this my home? Where I’ve lived my years back then, This can’t be the paradise The poet spoke of! Can this be the valley of saint’s, i wonder Deserted are the gardens, That once bloomed! Graves have took all over the place The…
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