Smog
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Nosheen Irfan
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What do you do
In vague times
To dispel the smog in mind
It's not easy to find
The meanings, the answers
Things are so torn
Beneath the feet, the rubble is growing
Living in the heart of life's battles
Amid perceptions that only blind
The spirits are so worn.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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