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And I am Left All Alone
by
Uzma Sadaf
It seems to me today
As if I did not have any relation with this diary
As I had never written any thing on it
As if I never knew how to write
I have an old relation with diary and these papers
So old that even my fingers did not know this reality
So old that my spirit was still in the process of creation
But then the time came
All the passions began to die
My inside gradually became empty
The shallow and weak body began to crack
The heap of dust began to scatter in the dust storms
And I was left all alone.
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