The day I’m killed
From the Blog razarumiDr Azra Raza – a fearless and sensitive soul – sent me this poem via email. Travel Tickets The day I’m killed,my killer, rifling through my pockets,will find travel tickets:One to peace,one to the fields and the rain,and one to the conscience of humankind. Dear killer of mine, I beg you: Do not stay and […]pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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