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The Lost Girl

  • Stories That Matter
  • Nov 23, 2018
  • 1 min read

A town where no one believes,

My honesty,truth and dignity.

I believed in, and prayed,

But soon it was named mistake.

I was in love,

Where my weakness lie.

I was dreaming a life,

With my lover of existence.

But forgot the betrayal he would give.

Maybe I was too naive to believe.

The faith got shattered,

and my love had become a sin.

What I thought about love,

transpire to be mendacious.

I was a misdemeanor by,

So called community of my people.

I was a lost girl,

Who can never love again.

By: Zainab Farooq.


 
 
 

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