We don't know them all, but we owe them all..
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MY PILLOW ❣
My pillow knows my mind..
My pillow knows how strong am i.
My pillow knows how heavy my heart is...
My pillow knows how wet my eyes are...
My pillow knows my inner secrets
My pillow knows the redness of my eyes..
My pillow knows the loneliness of my heart...
My pillow is best friend of my tears...
My pillow is my second handkerchief...
It is my pillow...-
Ye mah wa saal guzar jayengay
bohat Sai magar...
Hummay hamesha lagega ki tum
Gaye hoo abhi... 💔
shaheed ameer riyaz naikoo...-
One half 🔖
So, i make my books a reason to left boredom...
But not a bookworm,As a listener of words..
Understands the situations..
To love the every single word..
As they love their loved ones...
But to forget my pain and sadness..
I used my words to give myself the love i want..
Occasions make me happy, but
Occasions are not the whole life..
Experiences and words are where i want to live..
Absolutely not to forever but to wherever i want to go...
My freedom lies their, and of that every human desires...
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My heart is a crumbled cage...✨
Where the words for freedom are out of rage..🌸-
TO THE OPPRESSOR 💮
In the name of freedom
They let me to sit in a queue and frisk me, from my hair till my toes...
They give me a piece of bread,
Costs it double, and then want me to thank them...
They raise our homes to ashes, and take away life of our brothers...
And still the whole human race watchs this and do nothing..-
Agar mai tume phad pata.. ✨
Mai tum sai tum tak hi phadta.. 🌹
اگر میں تمین پھڑ پاتا۔۔ ✨
میں تم سے تم تک ہی پھڑتا۔۔ 🌹-