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All is not According to Our Wishes

by

Uzma Sadaf

I am sorry I could not give you any thing
Nothing.
I had wished a lot to make great sacrifices for you
But you know every thing does not happen
According to our wishes
Many things happen against our wishes
And then the dreams are not like crops
Which are sown, and ripens and we harvest
The wishes are deserted like widows
Like poor mothers
Whose young sons are killed in dark- prisons houses
If you ponder deeply, life itself is a prison house
And we lose ourselves in it
Some of us today, some tomorrow
All my joys, all my wishes and my eyes
All, have been lost in this prison house
These are lying somewhere in the cold
I could not give you even a few nameless words
And I am sorry that I could give you nothing.

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