Asra Jawaid
Drama Tragedy
Victim of this
Cryptic world,
I didn't even say,
Bye......
Heart still beats;
But for you,
And not to keep
Me alive.....
Fake
The Old Tree
Victim
Norms
Imposter
Reflection
Pain
I came here, crossing a million light-years to solve your mysteries, I came here, crossing a million light-years to solve your mysteries,
To the days that⠀don't feel, so good.⠀ To the days that⠀don't feel, so good.⠀
She used to smile all the time, She used to smile all the time,
He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on par... He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on p...
Poor water runs clean and smooth, Poor water runs clean and smooth,
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
I was told to wear dark clothes as it matches my skin tone, I was told to wear dark clothes as it matches my skin tone,
Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother... Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother....
Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding... Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding...
I still remember the day, When we first meet... I still remember the day, When we first meet...
Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life... Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life...
Reunions taught me how people come with many layers, Reunions taught me how people come with many layers,
The din grows loud, disarray roams The din grows loud, disarray roams
The hair has turned grey The hair has turned grey
Having a newbie around is a blessing indeed, Those tiny-big eyes when stared curiously... Having a newbie around is a blessing indeed, Those tiny-big eyes when stared ...
There is wrong, there is right, There is wrong, there is right,
The cuts and the bruises never faded The cuts and the bruises never faded
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
The droplets of rain, tried to soothe her nerve The droplets of rain, tried to soothe her nerve
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