Poems from Faiza Baloch

Observer of surrounding and a learner .
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...