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Love for life
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Your beautiful eyes
whispers,
you love life;
but, look this civilization,
wants to destroy everything,
peace, hope; everything,
that i paint for you.
Can i think them human?
civilized?
whom God have created
with all tenderness,
whom God have blessed
to grow peacefully,
and make an abode of peace and kindness.

Slowly my hope is changing into
a blank imagination;
Yet, i love your eyes,
your whispering eyes,
Where i have discovered
the thirst for seven colored life.
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by sarojini pattayat-10/03/2013

Note-The photograph of Three-year-old Afghan refugee Nageen Jihandad plays with her doll in a slum near Islamabad, Pakistan
[© Muhammed Muheisen/Associated Press]
made me to write above poem.



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