Amber Bokhari
The First or the Last Letter Dec 31, 1969
I have considered what will I do with you and what will I do without you? I guess it is time that I find an answer to one of these questions and leave the other alone.
Lets Live For Another Day Dec 31, 1969
Pathways of darkness flowing, to a distant ray of light
The Maze Dec 31, 1969
A doctor’s experience.
Autumn Winds Dec 31, 1969
O autumn winds, be gentle...
Drowning in the Memory Stream Dec 31, 1969
It is a thought, a dream, the foolish game I play;
Blowing in the Wind Dec 31, 1969
Some wounds that bleed within..
...the dormant, healing scars.
Leaving so soon? Dec 31, 1969
You want to soar free and I will let you go.
When Colours Fade.... Dec 31, 1969
Come to ease my sorrow! Come and set me free!
Some nights are long and dreary Dec 31, 1969
For my beloved brother
Cry No More Dec 31, 1969
I often ask my heart, when I remember your grave among weeds, ’Was it disease that killed you or was it the hatred?’
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