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Beegum Sulthana Poem
THE SCAR OF PAIN
The Mixtures of Pain,
The Countable seconds,
Being the utter most irritant,
Mumbling to Share.
At the Time,
Realising the Past,
that had a Bad Faith,
Harassed with pain.
The mind never goes refreshed,
But the voice of others,
Being filled as the scar..
Never knows how to treat it with,
Need to help myself ...
Cause i own my life and my mind.
Copyright © Beegum Sulthana | Year Posted 2024
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