Uzair.
@anoldschoolboy.bsky.social
سحر قریب ہے دل سے کہو نہ گھبرائے ۔
Leave our land,
Our shore,
Our sea,
Our wheat,
Our salt,
Our wounds,
Everything, and leave.
Our shore,
Our sea,
Our wheat,
Our salt,
Our wounds,
Everything, and leave.
December 30, 2024 at 3:18 AM
Leave our land,
Our shore,
Our sea,
Our wheat,
Our salt,
Our wounds,
Everything, and leave.
Our shore,
Our sea,
Our wheat,
Our salt,
Our wounds,
Everything, and leave.
My memory is again in the way of your history.
Army convoys all night like desert caravans:
In the smoking oil of dimmed headlights, time dissolved- all
winter- its crushed fennel.
We can't ask them: Are you done with the world?
Army convoys all night like desert caravans:
In the smoking oil of dimmed headlights, time dissolved- all
winter- its crushed fennel.
We can't ask them: Are you done with the world?
December 29, 2024 at 10:32 AM
My memory is again in the way of your history.
Army convoys all night like desert caravans:
In the smoking oil of dimmed headlights, time dissolved- all
winter- its crushed fennel.
We can't ask them: Are you done with the world?
Army convoys all night like desert caravans:
In the smoking oil of dimmed headlights, time dissolved- all
winter- its crushed fennel.
We can't ask them: Are you done with the world?