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(7)Poems>Mamun Rashid
LIVING ABROAD

The faces reflected in mirror never speak the truth 
Yet we always rely on mirror.
In the refugee camps alongside the border we are;
Thoughts storm our hearts we left in the paths we see 
In the dim twinkling light coming across from our land.
Sudden stormy winds of Chaitra blow around us, 
Fall down the dearest faces we had drawn in the leaves of 
tree– 
The children frisk in the camps breaking idleness of noon
We wreathe garlands seeing dreams of their innocent 
eyes.
No bad news, rather winged kites fly everyday
Like the fake faces reflected in mirror, in closed room.
Translation: Nazib Wadood 
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