A Tired Refugee!
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Aarzoo Mehek
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As those stale memories pervade my heart to the brim,
A long lost torment creeps up from around the corner.
A startling knock, a sudden jolt,
A few menacing inclinations awake an asleep soul.
Like a tired refugee, they too sought a permanent abode.
© Aarzoo Mehek.
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