| by Nadia Neyaz | |
| Published on: May 24, 2011 | |
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| Type: Poetry | |
| https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=31337 | |
| He met, my friend and made a sign. I'll soon be back, Don't you sigh. Years of friendship had passed together, but a word from him I had heard- never. The fingers cast the shadows on wall and beautiful letters said it all Studies or play be it any, his silent actions spoke to many As we grew the busy life had taken its toll. He had to leave to go abroad. We still talk, no words do we need, because my heart reads what his silence speaks « return. |
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