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Mar 9 · 147
The Noise.
Iliyas Mar 9
NOISE does unfair,
disturbs everywhere.
Even at workplace,
at home makes restless.
With only tortures and pains,
this noise makes no sense.

NOISE breaks focus,
annoys, irritates us.
Freezes our mind,
blowing noisy winds.
By giving only pains,
this noise makes no sense.

But,
NOISE of war,
shows end isn't far.
Noise of deads,
shows life's dark shades.
Showing our offense,
this noise makes sense.
Jan 11 · 510
MY EVERYTHING....
Iliyas Jan 11
She cares about me,
for my needs.
Forgives or admires me,
for my deeds.
No one is like her,
not any being.
She is my mother,
my everything.

She wipes my tears,
with her hands.
My all sorrows, pains and fears,
she understands.
Even in great suffer,
she keeps smiling.
She is my mother,
my everything.

— The End —