I Must Confess….

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    Why do i pick up a pen

    and write verses out of nowhere

    I write stories out of experiences

    When the friend list keeps on piling

    and relationships are at a downhill

    when leaders mock limits

    while a debt ends a life

    I must confess

    i pick up my pen to write

    When Aylan is washed up to the shore

    And a girl puts her “Hands up”

    When guns snatch away an innocence

    and a “Gul Makai” is born

    I must confess

    i pick up my pen to write

    when textbooks remain open

    spilled with blood

    and bread is snatched away

    again in the name of blood

    i must confess

    i pick up my pen to write

    for writing is deleting for me………………..

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