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My Mother
by
Uzma Sadaf
My mother where are you
Please give me a call
O, my mother where have you gone
Leaving me in this agony
I have not been able to forgive myself after you
I have been led astray in you search
I look you face in the face of every body
And have a new injury every time
O, my mother your white shawl has become
A sheet of ice for me
My personality has been changed to a stone
Under this sheet
I have obliterated myself in every part
I have tortured myself into such a manner
That the wish to live has died away
After you there is a continuous agony
O, mother where are you.
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