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Hasna Naharsha Poem
Memories are my wider thoughts
Peeping past my widowed weathers
Checking onto my lighted dreams
Gaping for my reckless tiers
Born with a curse to forget my dreams
To get diverted and to along the flow
To wave a signing off to my goal
To shake my hands with the world's filthy truths
Silence is my retrieval to the never-ending
Pain of my broken wings but nothing
Can break me that I am a born fire
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I want to fly high
To reach up the cloud
To stay there still
To capture the peace
To kick out all my roots
To be an ocean of silence
To get new sunshine
To wipe out my address
To be nameless
To meet the end
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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
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