My life
Treated me as if
I was a menage-a-troi lover.
Half-hearted I competed.
Incomplete, depleted
Always.
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is tarah zindagī ne diyā hai hamārā saath
jaise koī nibāh rahā ho raqīb se
- SAHIR LUDHIANVI
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