Thursday, July 4, 2019


Loubna Safdar
Waste Effort
I am not a branch
Broken by a dream
My two eyes are
A witness of life
God had given you
Gifts in both your hands
You look for your heart
Death is live in there
You try to burn any dreams
Or to cape with my wishes
Know I am a woman
I am not weak
You kill me even if you kill me
The shore covered by land
Your effort will be laughing

By... Lubna Safdar

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