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A Half Person
by
Uzma Sadaf
There has be some fault in my writings
There is a picture which I cannot find
Some times the eyes, some times the lashes
Some times the cheeks remain incomplete
Then I am tired and forced to leave
I throw away the pen, the brush
I think how a half person can create
A full man’s picture.
All the life is manifest with half pictures
The friendships are spreading far beyond
Like the unbaked bricks every thing is washed
When it begins to rain.
The unbaked bricks cannot make a stable house
All the relations are half completed
They do not last long
They are like the cotton yarns
And break away very soon
All our dreams and their interpretations
Remain uncompleted.
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