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Mirza Laraib Mustafa Poem
When the seven ages end
and the eight one comes,
it comes with a dreadful smile
sparing not a single one.
The journey of life starts with a cry
and ends with the same,
but what if I tell you
life repeats itself over and again.
Behind the curtain of life
there exists a true world,
in the eyes of mankind
it is completely blurred
I know, one day, death will
be under my nose
leading me towards my destiny
not as a friend but as a foe.
I came with bare hands
and the same with I go,
thinking so high once I stood
today I am so low
And then I will reach
to the start of my life
And I will tell everyone
that I lived ,not one, but twice.
Copyright © Mirza Laraib Mustafa | Year Posted 2017
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