44. Pakistan's darkest hour
Yesterday, the light in Pakistan was obliterated.
“Now cracks a noble heart. Goodnight sweet lady,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!”
“This quarry cries on havoc. O proud
death!
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
That thou so many princes at a shot
So bloodily hast struck?”
Hamlet Act v. Scene ii
Photo: "Lady" Acrylic on Rosaspina 50x70 cms
“Now cracks a noble heart. Goodnight sweet lady,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!”
“This quarry cries on havoc. O proud
death!
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
That thou so many princes at a shot
So bloodily hast struck?”
Hamlet Act v. Scene ii
Photo: "Lady" Acrylic on Rosaspina 50x70 cms
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