Hira Akhtar Biography

When morning wears crown,
with white light of early dawn
When the sun goes down,
and day removes its gown
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I still remember that ghastly night
When a sudden shriek woke me up
With a fear eating me up inside
I ran towards her door
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Night travelling to reach the day
Riding in the chariot
Moon playing hide and seek
Peeping through clouds
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I have a charming little doll
its name is Rose to call

She has curly brown hair
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Tomorrow may be or may not be

Tomorrow may be tough
life's panorama goes rough
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