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Bliss Of Solitude
Crowd...faces
People...my world
The dwellers of my world
All individuals like me
All strangers
All free
I don’t know them
Yet they belong to me
Blunt expressions
Are what I always see
Talking of my harmony
But in racism they believe
I am alone
Yet people around me
Sharper than sword
Is their brutality of attitude
In a mob I enjoy
The bliss of solitude
poem
by
Samra Mahmood
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