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Fikri Oshin Poem
Why this journey has become painful day after day,
Was this supposed to burn all the sins out of me?
Was this supposed to enlighten me and bring me out of this darkness?
Why nobody speak to me,
Why nobody tell me,
Why nobody come near me, and sit right next to me?
Why I always ended up crying, disappointing, frustrating?
Why I always didn't get whatever I want?
Why this has to be so painful?
Why this feeling has to make this whole entire journey not wonderful?
Was this all because of my past mistakes?
Was it all because of me?
Why nobody answering me?
Copyright © fikri oshin | Year Posted 2024
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Fikri Oshin Poem
They are playing hard this time,
and all these broken pieces of shades and stones are thrown away,
and all these papers and chapters are enforced to get away,
into our homes and castles.
This time,
yet they call it another day of justice,
just like how they count one to nine without a doubt,
just like how they spell your name and my name without a misspelt .
How was that possible,
to walk across these empty streets without people calling out our names,
to sign an agreement without a pen and a paper.
This time,
yet they call it another day of submission,
just like how they count one to seven without a regret,
just like how they spell everyone's names without a mistake.
Copyright © fikri oshin | Year Posted 2023
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