Poem:
"Bell rang at night"
No one knew what the night will bring;
At 12 o'clock when the bell will ring
They choose midnight to make the hill a steep;
When the whole country was falling a sleep.
The situation of people started to feign;
At dark, when they came in reign.
And Now,
Innocent's blood is demanded by white flour;
As the vultures smell the corpse's odour.
Rimsha Ghazal
Deep✨
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