Fate a Built Up Word
A simple word that can chase me hard
To ruin my dreams and paving the end
To shatter my hopes of my uncertain future
It's nothing more than a sinking boat
All I had was my brittle goals
Dusty winds that pick out my roots
World a wonder bait to peel out my passion
To leave me helpless all my way
I am not more than a feeble prey
In the world of hungry hopes
To change my withering leaves
To healthy life that can withstand the tide
Copyright © Hasna Naharsha | Year Posted 2019
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