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that the sky is finite -

that empires
should fall -

that despite our
dreams, lives
words
we, too,
cannot stay
we are nothing more than a gasp
,,,,,,,,,I hope not at a person
or a personality or a perception
of weakness of anyone....

but
,,,,,,,,at ironic whims of seasons
or a cat playing with a treefrog
smile at nature's randomness........

perhaps
,,,,,,,man's lack of understanding, at me,
thinking I know more than her,
my building my temple along the shore

That
,,,,,,,has flooded one hundred times before,
and I see The One, if God or Nature or chance,
smiling at my foolishness.

Where
,,,,,, they have all laughed been tickled before,
I am not the first to be assinine, the
corner of my lips turned up, grinning.
When he first saw her she was;
Innocent, naive and pure
A soul untouched by the cruelty of the world
Becoming cracked and broken
Under his careful, sadistic touch.

When he last saw her she was;
Reserved, Invisible and mysterious
A soul hidden from the world
With walls of ice
Due to his careful, sadistic touch.

When you see her now she is;
Strong, confident and bubbly
A soul colourful to the world around her
Being joy and laughter to all
Because of the lessons learnt
*From his careful, cruel touch.
People never understand how much power they have over us
Relax now
Go to sleep
Daddy's here now
Go to sleep
\Don't you weep now
'for you wake
Say your prayers
For heavens' sake
\And before you
Go to school
Brush your teeth
And move your stool
\Wash your face
And dry your hands
Smile
And give mom a hand
.
~~
One day you were waiting
your soul singing,
behind an open window,
in front of a large meadow

For the days long
there you made a love song
that blew me so long
grew our love so strong

where never seen any sad,
even days were not at all bad

If I did a little late
that I never forget,
sometimes you made a huff
but between us there was no gap

..
O, the days have gone
If I do not make any wrong
yet the little robin sings the spring's song,
which I bought through my lifelong

But your silhouette,
doesn't go a little far off yet

With a mystic fate
there a pair of pigeons set
yet trying to mate
just before the last breath
.
..
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
You may write me down
In your twisted memories and thoughts
Like a history!
Tie me to the sadness
As I chase myself..
Into the wildness of love
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