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Shahzia Batool
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Just hard life
bitter strife
Selling balloons
not playing with them
driving carts
of ice-cream sticks
not tasting them
wiping the screens
breaking the stones
picking the cocoa beans
not eating the chocolates
facing snubs
and harsh looks
no pen to write
no bags, no books
dreamy eyes
vacant stares
wishful thoughts
feet bare
I hear Blake
speaking pity
from heart's core
just take care
lest you should drive
an angel from your door!
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