Survival and covid 19
(by pen =dr. bry̰rạ sadaf)
Breathing breathing… face face
Smiling death somewhere far away…
And inside the sorrow…
Deep grief…
Strengthening His roots…
The sense of sūng ھ n ے…
And test buds…
Losing your place…
The Sparrow of my courtyard… Well it’s going on…
But…
Today I put Dana in the evening… this hand is trembling
The voice of some laughs… Summer the ears…
Light Swnpl of hope…
He raises his head…
And goes back to sleep…
Today!!! Tomorrow!!!
The day!! or.؛؛.؛
Any day!!..
Oxygen of oxygen.
The money can get down…
Never to come back…
Between all these concerns…
My heart says…
I have to live… those nights have also gone…
When it seemed difficult to live…
Then only the breath used to run…
So why now??..
Now why is it despair…??..
It’s just that day… and
Today’s day…
Someone holding his hand and says… you have to live… you have to live…
And then…!!
After long conflict…
Till the middle of 2020… I won two lives…
In a TPT ہ w ے̉ṣḥrạ…
The War of misguided musạfr…
Ahahaha and r.!!
Second.!
The War of falling breath…
Even today in my courtyard… The Sparrow is hidden…
Laughs make colors…
The only difference is that…
Now every breath…
Taste
And the sense of smelling.
Don’t forget to give thanks…
Yeah!!
You can say
I’m a survivor!!