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The Country
This country has a beginning,
Instead the work becomes an ocean.
Oceans boil up to the top,
The sea is blood and gore.
When you stay in a city,
This inland place is your home.
How does the city reflect
Your eternal being at all?
Why do cities and towns keep running away
From normal people?
poem
by
Naveed Akram
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