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The Destitute
(The cry of an orphan)
- By Syeda Najma
Those joyful days have passed away…
Sorrows renounce relief
And I who once had toys to play
Am toyed by fears and grief
The morning passes listlessly
So does the dismal noon
Till night I totter in the streets
Then sleep (No, I swoon…)
I have no where to go to
No fortune, dreams, to set;
No incentives for ambitions
Just empty thoughts; I regret
These notions that I conceive
Entice me to collapse
Yet condolence none I receive
(My fate is such perhaps)
And as I further quail in gloom
I scribble these last lines-
I am an orphan virtually,
Most bleak of all the kinds.
BY Syeda Najma
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