Ghazala Shakeel Biography

Let the mind breath for a fraction of time.
In the open spaces beyond the wreckage of the world,
Where haunting sprits of past,
Intricate thoughts, and worries don’t follow.
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I find myself thinking, though
I plead myself not to think.
Let it come as fresh as air of the dawn,
Let me ponder let me sink.
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In the crystals of your eyes
hidden traces of pain and love
like crystals white dove
pure and translucent
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