Insha Muzafar Biography

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this must be the
last station
night rubs her pebbled palms
with needles of rain
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All night rain kept beating
against roofs and windows
Mad with unfullfilled desires
Pouring out her being
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Boats came and went
floating certain on dark waves
unconcious sway of restless oars
against formless water
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Moonlight
falls on broken bridge
suicide
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