Life was Beautiful
Life was pure
Serene and sublime

There were books
There were songs 
There were laughs

It was in Jamshoro 
That the summers 
never came 
Empty handed

There were rains 
falling on the rocks 
And the clocks 
that seemed to 
match the pace
With our walks

There were few tears
Here and There
and the earth was
topped with 
White and grey pebbles
every where

There were flower pots
With the Morning glories 
evenings spent with 
Unending stories
every minute filled with 
more sweet Memories

The air used to be filled with
Dreams and desires 
sky high Fires 
Fires that were ignited 
in the far off places 
But lightened up
my little world 
with many promises

Many years back in Jamshoro
Life was Beautiful
Life was pure
Serene and sublime

 

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