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Simra Nayaz Poem
Under the glazing sun, two birds perch high,
they sing of love and life, sweet yet unsure,
uncertain,one thinks, eternal value of life, we know?,
then asks, “What we hold, in dreams that fly?”
The other sighs, “Our worth’s a quest to endure.” “Right the wrong,” “and mend all who grieve,
Those silent souls who stand in shadows cast and make them believe,
Gazing at skies like a dazzling gem’s glow,
Their journey unknown, yet they're free of fear,
In life’s fleeting dance, it’s the heart that must show.
Copyright © Simra Nayaz | Year Posted 2024
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Simra Nayaz Poem
No one knows the pain of being "perfect",
because they only see what we choose to direct,
Our misery making every word cut deep,
walking in acid rain, nothing to reap, perfect they say, always smiling,
what lies beneath are nights spent crying,
Yearning for one's love in my enraged coast,
but none there, when I needed them most,
Overlove, Overcare, but no one true, Why ? I have no clue!
Oh to be perfect in life! I'm not a doll, just a mere human surviving through every downfall
Copyright © Simra Nayaz | Year Posted 2024
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