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It was her void that was left unheard

Her bosom full of enmity

A storm thrashing within

Surrounded, yet all alone

Alas her desertness never departed

Her countenance seemingly retired for others

It took her too little to disappear

An ambush not for her

As if there was nothing to make her last forever

Amina Tariq

I am a student of English Literature in Pakistan. My submission is about plenty of emotions.

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Published in issue 5


Published in issue 5


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