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Y I am?
I am not liked by anyone,
I am not the peace of anyone’s heart,
Who can’t help anyone,
I am that grain of dust.
I am not anyone’s friend,
I am not anyone’s ideal,
The trust that was gone,
I am that ruined home.
Where no visitor comes,
Where no one puts flowers,
Where no one lights up the candle,
I am that forgotten grave.
I lost all colors,
When I lost my friend,
The garden that was destroyed by autumn,
I am its last spring.
Nauman Khan—14-2-2001
