Tuesday, June 9, 2015


by Rizwan Ahmed Memon

I remained alone
In my zone
That was my home
Where I had grown.

People of my zone
Were made of stone
And were greedy of throne
So I have away flown

Now for me she moans
When in dust are my bones
My poems have blown
My fame is unknown.

Never had she answered my phone
From this she had sworn
So I remained alone
In my zone.
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