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I was a hub of laughter,
A cause of merriment
They made me lonely,
And left me a disasterthe chuckles echoed in me;
For all loved my rides
But they left me barren,
For eternity…I was a pack of colours,
And a door to mirth
But they left me red,
And the children deadNow I am nothing,
But a corroded mess
And I hide in myself,
Their shattered bodiesDo mark my words;
That I will avenge
The blood of my children
And their brutal endAnd fear me not;
For I shall be cured,
You’ll embrace me again;
And my soul will be inured.( A poem on the incident of Gulshan-e-Iqbal Lahore – 29, March 2016)
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