Mayyu Hamim
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I desire to live life
On the lap of my birthplace
Camp isn't my haunt;
I feel suffocated and bored,
Exhausted and agonized
nook and cranny of the camp.
No more confined life;
No more REFUGEE life.
Unbreakable S...
The Unvoiced ...
A Blind Stude...
My Lifetime H...
Childhood
The Voices Of...
My Cherished ...
Voice Of A Ca...
No More Refug...
My Quest To F...
A long queue of unwanted children on my village road... A long queue of unwanted children on my village road...
My sticky fingers dangling with honey My sticky fingers dangling with honey
Her life was a vicious cycle, as another day arose. Her life was a vicious cycle, as another day arose.
I was encompassed by silence, loneliness, and calmness I was encompassed by silence, loneliness, and calmness
She believed She was Loved But instead, she was Wronged... She believed She was Loved But instead, she was Wronged...
It was dawn, full of dew, Fast and furious, the tornado rushed. It was dawn, full of dew, Fast and furious, the tornado rushed.
That was a dark, rainy night, Those loud thunderstorms, felt like clouds were fighting and crying... That was a dark, rainy night, Those loud thunderstorms, felt like clouds were...
The languid, malevolent snake surrounds its victims The languid, malevolent snake surrounds its victims
She was guilty for a bite. She was guilty for a bite.
Should or should we never crave the rose.... Should or should we never crave the rose....
I might be the king, the king of the hearts, The charming hero in your life's pack of cards. I might be the king, the king of the hearts, The charming hero in your life's ...
All turmoils, uproars, riots, opposition, Condemnations take their place... All turmoils, uproars, riots, opposition, Condemnations take their place...
She cut her wrists and stepped on broken glass and smiled while doing it too. She cut her wrists and stepped on broken glass and smiled while doing it too.
Dear Kashmir, the daughters of India share the same fate as you. Dear Kashmir, the daughters of India share the same fate as you.
Lying motionless on the hospital bed her alluring eyes gleamed Lying motionless on the hospital bed her alluring eyes gleamed
The grief which can't be expressed in words is pain. The grief which can't be expressed in words is pain.
Her skin abandons It's innocence Her skin abandons It's innocence
My pretty face may have hid my rotted soul; I wish myself My pretty face may have hid my rotted soul; I wish myself
Seriously, an actor can paint Seriously, an actor can paint
Yes, who are we? Yes, who are we?
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