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A Friend or A Blood Sucker?
I am not in my spirits these days
Someone has taken away my repose
But I shall not name him for he is my friend
Specially the friend of the summer nights
He stings me by blowing an alarm and
Reduces my blood level
In the morning, I see rashes across my body
And begin to question myself
Why the friends of today suck blood?
poem
by
Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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