Peace in the Paradise
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| Introduction | My youth was like a forest-cedar, Enjoying meadows on a river bank But was cut asunder by an angry axe, Like a new-born spring. My youth was like a bird of Char Chinar Chirping and frolicking on a lilting branch But was shot dead by a sharp shooter, And left un-wept, Like a new-born spring. (a poem by Mehjoor) |
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