Memories
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To Allah’s Place
Do not cry my dear Aisha, Put that beautiful pigeon down, Let us take it to veterinarian, Running through streets of Mahmudabad town, Who’ll stitch the creature up and down, His house is besides yonder pond, Who will heal the bird,ease our strain! With gentle touch and healing hands, Come my sister,come Aisha! Take in…
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My friend
Thousands of beautiful faces, very few beautiful hearts, Diamonds would not tell about their real worth, My friend you are a gift by “The Most Merciful God”, Dear neighbour your talk is partly kindness, partly mirth, My friend how to cheer you up?Alas! you are so sad, A waterfall of gushing tears is flowing down…
uzmasaad 