Rallying through the time. A young writer based in Karachi,describing in his words scenes of his country, his people and his perceptions about living life.
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7:35 AM
Insight,
At Nights,
Far gone,
Are the unreal heights.
Memories,
And the greed.
Lay low.
As we go slow.
Slow as the wind,
Slow as it blows,
Slow as it streams,
Slow as if flows.
Memoirs,
Of the truth,
Has its say.
And the fate sways.
Inking down,
White gown,
The black robes
And peaceful sounds.
Happiness,
Love and all the seeds
Well sown
With all the needs.
And we go slow,
Staying low,
With the flow,
and with the flow.
-Sr
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