Silting
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Abdul Wahab
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The knife of sorrow
Cuts to bring flash flood
To make float my life
Wiping the every shoot
Of my soul and heart
So many birds died
Died, too, my ‘dream bird ‘
Again the soul gets
Silting, smile on my face.
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