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On the death of a youth
Ah lovely rose!
Thou art faded in the prime,
Thou were to scatter more light and more beauty,
Millions of others withered
Before they could blossom,
The garden could never enjoy their grandeur.
From where thou did come?
And where thou did go?
Who knows?
The show is on
But thy glory
will never be seen.
poem
by
Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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