Last Page from a Martyr’s Diary
From the Blog affanaali She ran to the door as the bell rang A man in uniform, with an envelope in his hand He saluted her with the entire honor Handed her the envelope and sat in the corner She looked as if her wounds have healed Ran to the kitchen to get it pealed The letter was stained, with blood and sand Opening the letter with trembling hand Smell was clear of gun smoke As she read the words he wrote It was from her love in a far off land A shiver was visible in her hand He left a son and was freshly wed His love was called to join the deck I fought with bravery and fought with zeal I made my enemy to defeat and kneel My country asked for duties of its son I kept my courage until it was won This is what I signed up to do so my country can stay Free and True Don’t wopakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
Jhoot
From the Blog diaryofshirin "Tum mere paas nahin ho, Main tumhare paas nahin hun.." Lekin ham dono jaantay hain Kay yeh such nahin, Yeh jhoot hai.... pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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