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I walked on the streets,

It was the smell of holiness,

We walked with our bare feet,

To our master, his highness.

I knocked on his door,

Gaze fixed where he lay,

I touched ...continue reading

The Princess and The Wall

...Are you not the essence of humility?

Yet what was done to you…Inhumanity,

I ask for the strength of speech,

But your due, does no consolation reach.

Have you not given many a sacrifice?

Yet your Mohsin was killed, a door the device.

I wish to show my grief,

Limitation halts me from providing relief.

Are you not...

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