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Out of the Count of Life

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I am a psychologist from Pakistan. l am a thinker, observer, avid reader, writer, and past-time story-maker.

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Out of the count of life

The bird that came out of the queue


Breaking chains of beats

The heart came out of waiting


Whatever I trusted

He came out my trust


On what basis will you live?

Wait also came out of control


There were so many colors of pain

Tears welled up in his eyes

Friends don't care

Man is not respected


I need a pendulum

The head does not bow


Death repeatedly comforted

There is no shortage of fear


Borders are the destiny of the earth

The sky is not divided


Friendship with you is impossible

Oil does not dissolve in water


The pain is formless

Which has no cost


Everyone is sad to live

Not everyone is sad to die


Everyone's eyes are on it

Whose arm does not have a tail


Let's embrace without beating

Not everyone has a bomb in their jacket


Not familiar with the sun that commands

Such soils are not moist

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