In the mid of jungle beside rive bank, the gushing waters and asundering river, stars wonder in fair, trees rising above sky, the muddy land with velvety sensation.
The howls of volves, hoots of owl remembers I am not alone.
Every minute passing with fear but such a peaceful movement I can't forget. For a time I came out of the occupation.
They become milestones of journey but the jungle seems unending.
Athar Mudasir.
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