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Since last eleven days I am alone in a room. when I read you poem ghost I was boiling rice for my mid day meal. After finishing it I read your poem mother. like the white ghost one unseen feeling surrounding me. what I can say about these phrases. The chirping melodies of golden days ringing my ear as a companion to my lonliness
Beautiful expression. I am surprised to see you here. Thank you so much for sharing. Surely +10.
Good masha Allah took me to golden days