A Page of My Diary

Waheed Gilani   O Lord,   The unripe fruit of our future, just waiting to blossom, has been crushed under what we thought were protecting walls and shielding roofs. I have seen the mashed roots of our future crop as I buried the innocent ones; tiny figures sculptured so beautifully, they were the masterpieces of…
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