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Seeking Light in a Darkened World

But, I love my heart That beats slowly, That listens to me patiently, And never stops beating, To make me alive.

I live in a dark house
Where dark people dwell,
Who ignore
The pain of my tears
Without any fear.

But, I love my heart
That beats slowly,
That listens to me patiently,
And never stops beating,
To make me alive.

Yet that dark house,
Leads me another dark street,
Where chaos is common;
Where people devour each other
Like wild animals,

Where people meet each other
With grudges in their wretched heart,
With grievances in their minds.
Oh God, I am still surviving
To achieve the day,

When I can unfold my arms,
To kiss my heart
To remove all black dots
That make my heart impure.

Oh, God, can I keep my heart open?
For a special person
Who loves me by his heart
Whose heart absorbs my deep sorrows.

Alas, I have yet to find
A special person.
May be, he never exists
In such a world
Where grievances of people
Always win.

The author is a student at International Islamic University, Islamabad.

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