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Father
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by Hafeez ur Rehman |
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Folded deep in your palm
was a lifeline
I thought would never end.
Not even when
I ceased circulating
in your body
Or stopped running
in your lungs
with eyes full of tears.
Your hold on life
was firm and
contentions beaten hard.
Last time when I
ran into your argument
my nose bled and you plugged.
Had I known
you would go home
defenses down
I would have
faked another fight
held out your palm
and tied your lifeline with mine. |
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February 05, 2014 |
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It is nice to lose in a fake fight, Rehman ji.
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