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by Rasheed Khokhar Aug 9, 2007 category : Life, society / other
When I compose verses, my pen writes on the wall of tomorrow words like flowers in the colour of blood But alas! There's none to read or understand this language (Sept. 1976)Poet: Ahmed Nadeem Qasmi Translated By: Sajid Shaikh
by Hebe
I really liked reading this poem. Take care
by Rasheed Khokhar
You appreciate my work. I am so happy...Thanks for your positive commensts... Regards RASHEED
by Cindy
Very deep and meaningful verse. Great job! Keep writing. Take Care Cindy