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Written by Lubna Inam

A thought in contentment,
Of delusions that fancy
A moment of slip, then
To harsh ground reality
Lost world, I soar to reach,
Just a feel.
Ropes of void and blues,
Is what has me concealed.
That lush, that glaze,
That warmth and that cool,
Is what I only desire.
Away from somber, away from gloom.
I have awaited much,
Pray can’t any longer.
Take me into the bounty,
Take me yonder.