Untitled (1.) by Faisal Nazir
The students bring their favourite balloons So I take out the intellectual darts “They...
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Read MorePosted by admin | Aug 9, 2022 | Hand Picked, Poetry
Noise What’s that noise? Is it you cancelling me? Or is it the sky falling like an angel in...
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