Qaisar Janjua Biography

Table mute, clock still, books silent,
Pitiable is the loneliness of my room,
My room, from years, is counting
Every throb of my heart stealthily,
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It is very foggy out there,
Like life nothing is clear,
Park's lights are far away,
Looking pale and distant,
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When the darkness falls,
When the silence prevails,
When the air freezes,
when the stir stops,
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The light begins to diminish,
When you are not around,

The oxygen begins to immerse in air,
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I feel no joy, no sorrow,
I am feeling empty, I am feeling hollow,
Some vampire sucks my life ether from inside,
Her fangs are pierced into my soul's neck,
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