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Uzma Sadaf

A Half Person
A Mirror
A Misconception
A Nameless Girl And A Few Poems of Hers
All Decisions Are Made on a Tea Cup
All is not According to Our Wishes
All the Birds Have Been Imprisoned
All The Pages Have Been Turned Over
All The Writings Are Blank
And I am Left All Alone
Certain Realities

December
Dim Reflections
Disappointments
Even Today the Things are the Same
For What Should I Speak
Heart and Eyes
How Could You Think So!
How Cruel You Are!
I Am A Great Sinner
I Am The Mother
I Had a Deception
If I were Worthy of It

If the Night Passes Safely
I Like To See The Dreams
I Shall Sip All My Tears
I Was Not Meant For This
Is it the Mind or a Gushing Spring
Illusion

It Is The Matter of Only Yesterday
Just to Judge Ourselves
Life is a Reality
Life Is As It Is
Mother
My Mother

New Birth is Very Costly
Nothing is Hidden from the Stars
Now I Don’t Need You
Oh! My Pearl
Poetry and Passions
Say it Only Once
Sensitivity
So Many Thoughts and Dreams
Some Consideration of the Days Passed!
The Agony of Tomorrow
The Arrows of the Words
The Blackness of Hypocrisy
The Blank Papers
The Chill of Silence

The City of Sand
The Clay
The Days Pass Away
The Dust Speaks Out
The Empty Hands
The End
The Failed Love
The Gloomy Winter Evening
The Eyes of the Sun have Grown Old
The Journey of the Dots
The Last Hope
The Limit of Sins
The Long Stay
The Season of the Heart
The Soaked Wings

The Stay on The Way
The Sun Has Died Out
The Sun Will Keep On Looking
The Time Has Changed
The Time is Out of Joint
The Thoughts Make Circles
The Traveler of the Night

The unnamed Melancholy
The Waking Corpse
This is December
There are Many Other Grief's
There is a Story from My Life
There is no Justification in such a Living

There Must be Some Excuse to Pass Life
They Have Marched to the Cities
There Was A Person Whom I Called My Own
Those Are The Different People
To a Friend
Today and Yesterday
We are Strange Kind of People
When You Departed
Who Says The Passion Has Died Away
Without You!
You Are The Same But…

You Are Not At Fault
Your Love is a Tragedy

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