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I’m not being superstitious but it’s somehow somewhere always related
to the days closer to my birthday
instead of happiness and colors, I always find my day black
instead of celebrating it, I find myself hiding and breathing in dark
crying hard over the way my luck moved my life
making you miles apart from me
adding to more sorrows is the fact
that even when you know my day, you never call to wish me
even when you know it so well that your
One call is all
that can break the walls
 
I always unpack your birthday gift that you once gave
and refresh my memories of a little bright time when we were together
then days pass by and I pack your things again
feels as if I’m running in a cycle of similar events
all the time thinking and wishing that may be this year
could be the year of our union
and not another year of separation
adding to more sorrows is the fact
that even when you know my day, you never call to wish me
even when you know it so well that your
One call is all
that can break all the walls

Written by Muhammad Wasif Haq (2007)
(Karachi/Pakistan)

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