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Dim Reflections
by
Uzma Sadaf
There are so many dim reflections of your picture
In my eyes, every moment they keep on searching you
Behind the fog
All the colours have flown with the waters
Some have been stolen by the clouds
What is now left with me
A long chain of the clouds of memories
Which is covering my life
A long chain of horrid shadows
What is left with me
An agony which allows me neither to live nor to die
What do you know of the long journey of these paths
And how important are the missing faces
That come to us every moment
Who says that past is to forget
The past remains the part of the existence
This is the journey of our attitudes
Who say that the past is to forget?
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