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A graveyard of memories is my diary A slice of few centuries is my diary Sweet are the haults that died in the lanes of this skin Chronicle of enemies is my diary Those in despair the wax drops ooze, capped the head A hut of old families is my diary

Silent sigh has silently silenced the silence A mountain of fallen trees is my diary Potion and poison are the tombstones of yore here Hemlock of dear Socrates is my diary Failures have laid the silken carpets of success Of the half attempt's increase is my diary Marbles, myths, merriments and malignant moments A map of many countries is my diary. © Mushtaque B. Barq

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