Poems from Faiza Baloch
And, when I am alone. When everybody’s gone, The memories lift me , Ask me, “who you were?” The time has now gone! I console...
She should give everything a mean
But for the world that has no mean
The world denied her initial steps
Then she stopped with mind maps...
The victim she wasn't, was called
Untill she followed their every path
The terror she wasn't. was called
Untill she hung on their Tracy...