P/N: Practically, no one is reading my books but I won't lose hope and enjoy my freedom by putting my words here ;)
I write and write for a hundred pages
But I tear them apart in a million pieces
Never thought I could hold my pen again
Yet I wrote for many ages
I take an empty page
Write some sad phrase
Then I destroy it again
and look at my blue face
My pages then turn into ashes
My thoughts in blur dashes
My body in an agony
That turns my pen into flashes
~Muniba Rehman Irfan~
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