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Sumaika Rehman Poem
No man is left, nobody is lost
Good time is there but struggle is all
You need, yourself, for you to haul
It is time to rise and face the brawl
Hindrance everywhere you get to own
No one is there to comfort your soul
Even the closest by them all
Will leave you alone and try to mold
If you want to encounter the whole
Then learn how to fight alone
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Sumaika Rehman Poem
The sphere is just as daring manoeuvers
Skillful tactics making you mover
No matter the hardships more or fewer
Smartness is there to keep you cooler
Magnate, here, is a consumer
Using the world as a humor
Having every bit of exposure
Gets over to those in his closure
Ruling the world over and over
Conquering the whole and becoming the owner
This is the life to the controller
But how come this be the world of sober
He lives according to his own ruler
Who knows what life is going to be sooner
So he makes the world and himself newer
Because he knows what’s in near future
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Sumaika Rehman Poem
Let me tread the path of love
Where all the broken souls in rush
Things might get changed but that all is tough
When you meet the soul to keep you up
Heap of bodies, all in touch
That only person who bloom in fust
The only one who gives you wonders of joy
And keep you away from all the noy
I wandered through the streets of crust
The crust beneath the heart of zar
Surround is all the longest mur
But I succeed to go there first
All I found was the misconduct
The soul is hiding from years of trust
Yet it is finished but not at rush
The love was just a bunch of lust
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Sumaika Rehman Poem
I being threatened to smile
But why you been telling me to cry
The thing that keeps me guessing is why
Not to keep the one who’s sly
At least he knows how to reply
Because world is a cruel piece to cry
The man, woman and all thereby
Are meant to hurt you and will try
They complement to make you weep and hype
Until you become the coldest one to fight
They tell you then to be the life
Of someone who doesn’t mind
But they keep pushing you to the side
To let you down in the grey and white
It is now your struggle to bring it right
Of what’s inside your head and thrice
Call your inner one to spikes
And tell them you are here to thrive
And show them this is WHO AM I
Copyright © Sumaika Rehman | Year Posted 2022
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