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No Old Tale
I seek through the broken windows of my past
Glimpses of a distorted time in my soul casts
I lean to touch it with my pointed thumb
The thorns and venom makes my heart numb
I try to cry, try to sigh, I try to shout
But then I realize it was just a sprout
Planted by me, with the tears of regret
I can do all now but the mist of it will I never forget
People in front of me faked themselves
I was so curious that I became suppressed
The glory days they say
Were only the wreths of shattered hopes in midday
I know they say follow your heart
But the echoe is to hound the society's part
I wish to see one day the light
That will not judge me or you by usual sight
I flew, flew up a long distance
But their hollow motivation made me to glance
In the nubilous skies where I vanished
No journey, no dreams all became banished
Yet despite I still know a thing
They will talk of you words that sting
So inhale and exhale
As this is no old tale
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Afnan Jalil
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