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by SZU (writer), Karachi (Pakistan), January 04, 2011

It's an year to my dead love , I want to celebrate.

It's an year to my dead love,

I want to celebrate.

Should I pick a bunch of roses,

and visit my love's grave?

A grave that's in the air

and not beneath the earth...

A grave that kept building...

Soon after my love took birth,

Or should I exhibit

the wounds that are weaved inside

to show the pain that ne'er weakened

to show the agony that ne'er died?

Or maybe the agony perished

And the pain just went away

And maybe I am just catatonic

who's stuck in her gone days...

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