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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