Uzma Jamil

Time is to take a jerky turn,
I blinkingly moved away,
The end is flawless,
Nostalgias awakened;
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Bloom could the cherries no more,
The haste that burdened,
Made visionary the sight,
Restrictions frequent but pure,
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Though it had been barren,
Yet thorns of mercy grew,
Filled the cracked petals with tears,
The buds that were to bloom,
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The motive of frankness,
Burst into a desert,
Thy eyes opened to see the swan,
Echoes, awes, all awakened,
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To wave the emotions,
Of joy on the brows,
Thoughtless clouds of glowing gallant,
Bad omens in the hours pleasant,
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It was pitch dark all over,
Gone was the moon with all its bloom,
A mouthful could not be felt,
Perhaps the wrong side of bed,
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What was I when laid in the graving stress!
With the fragrance so shallow cover,
The night was oceaned with darkness,
Screams of humanism found;
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To the truth that remained unrevealed,
The terror that was unreceived,
And much was unsaid,
That moved steps ahead,
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