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❛ ye zamaana besharam hai,
na iska dharam hai,
kyu dhundhe hai tu isme bandagi? ❜
'✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹
in a world of whispers and fleeting glances,
her tender heart's dances,
her soul a canvas of empathy and grace,
yet branded as selfish in society's embrace.
with every breath,
she gave pieces of her soul,
healing wounds unseen,
making broken hearts whole.
her tears, like pearls,
fell in silent despair,
as judgments pierced her,
leaving wounds to bear.
in her eyes,
a universe of unspoken dreams,
a river of kindness,
flowing in gentle streams.
but words,
like arrows,
tore through her fragile core,
misunderstood,
her selflessness they ignored.
she held the stars in her palms,
yet felt so small,
wrapped in loneliness,
like a silent night's call.
her whispers echoed in the void,
unheard cries,
a symphony of pain beneath smiling skies.
oh, the irony of a heart so pure and true,
labelled selfish by those who never knew
the depths of her love, the sacrifices made,
a selfless soul in a selfish world's shade.
so let her story be etched in tear-stained ink,
a tale of me who dared to love and think.
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❛ oh tere saath, tera mann hai,
dil ki dhadkan hai,
aage badhkar jee le zindagi. ❜
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IKTARA. || ❪ A Diary ❫
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