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My Wrenched Heart
Making everything convenient for me
He never wished comfort
He made me happy, in every possible way
Patting his hand over my head,
he had late night stay
As all know, time is cruel,
for it tears everything apart
Time became harsh to me,
as it took my father away
My wrenched heart,
My empty eyes,
My dead soul
all are at the dead end,
of being patient,
of being courageous,
of being alive
I need that cozy sleep, like the one in his arms, so that,
My wrenched heart could beat again
My empty eyes could refill with joy
My dead soul could live more
I pray for him, to be there,
in best place of Heaven
Just like a star, whose shine,
comes from within.
Copyright ©
Saira Ashraf
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