The Cellars of Existence
From the Blog hassanqadeerbutt I am feeling like a person who has a lot to convey from the cellars of his existence but the doors to the living room are shut and I don't have the key to open them and walk through them and sit on the chair with my back straight and watch the sunlight descending from the windows illuminating the borders flooded by reluctant tears of years of living among the solitary confinement being destroyed by it, yet never disliking it there is a tree somewhere, a dense tree in the garden of that house I have known it through the roots that broke through the concrete ceiling of the cellar searching for an unknown sustenance not giving up in the face of the ruthless cement or the dna that told them to stay in the mud in order to survive rebelling against the translation of their nature both the rootpakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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