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There is No Time

 There Is No Time

Have you ever felt the sweet fragrance of memories? 
Yes, I know that you have no time;
Yes, I know that there is no time,
But, often at the end of the rain,
Even in the soil, that sweet fragrance remains| 

Have you ever talked to the drops of rain? 
Yes, I know that you have no time;
Yes, I know that there is no time|

But so, does the sun play;
Hide and Seek with the clouds
And when the sun talks to the drops of rain
That's when the rainbow Smiles in the sky;
I wish one day you smile too|

Just like that; the sun behind the clouds, 
Smiling and looking at the earth,
Just like that an innocent face,
Looking and smiling,
Behind the veil of her mother|

Maybe, this smile will heal your wounds; 
But, I know that you have no time;
I know that there is no time| 


                            ~ Hena Kausar 



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  1. As salam alikum
    Khan thi aap itne dino se? Bus kya bataein waqt ko kaatne keliye koi sahara hi nahi tha itne dino baad aaj bht achha lag rha hai aapka blog padh ke

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  2. But we must take our time to read your blogs...

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