Collecting Stones

Abdur-Rehman QadeerMay 2, 2017

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Collecting Stones

written by: Abdur-Rehman Qadeer

@ARBINQADEER

First time I walked from home,

was to follow my heart you stole.

Spent years, collecting stones,

searching and yearning for you.

Just to realize you were nowhere

and during collecting stones,

I lost my pearls.

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A Muslim, A Pakistani, searching for a world of his own... Or his soul...
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