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Naila Hina

Drama

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Naila Hina

Drama

Young Promises!

Young Promises!

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Voice up! Where are you..

Our time is passing


Sand continues to fall

In the watch like your figure


Naming yourself Young

doesn't make you one


Your wrinkles, white hair

Black shadows around eyes


Weakness in your voice

Have given way to jealousy


A war is fought by intellect,

not sword. But your hands


And mind both are dulled!

Young promises greyed with age!


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