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anoma Mar 2018
Up in the Sky,
looking at it I cry.

Days are just passing,
I am waiting for some blessing.

My heart ache with emptiness,
But all i could see is Darkness.

I shall pray to divine,
To make my life fall in line.
Feelings right now
anoma Mar 2018
Whole World is crying,
These are the times of trying.

Every Corner has a Story,
Either Good or bad history.

we are humans,
Not some aliens.

Help Each-other,
Don't you bother.

Pray for Peace,
one day the war would cease.

There should be an end,
for the miseries they send.

The day would Arrive,
when a mother can sleep knowing her children are alive.

There won't be any fear,
Neither shall be any tear.

The love would prevail,
And this is how the Earth would ail.
This poem i am dedicating to people of Syria, Rohingya and all around the world where people/humanity/Earth is suffering.

Pray for Syria
anoma Mar 2018
Everyone wants to work where they are happy,
I worked where i used to feel scrappy.



Each day i went to office with a new hope,But each day, i was the only one to cope.



She made sure my life was hell under her rule,Nobody thought she was cool,She made sure i looked like a fool.



I was a free bird who wanted to learn,This was something i wanted to earn,But no i was joked in return.



Having no options in my hand,With deep sorrow in the end,I said to my boss i quit..i quit



I known i could have fought this injustice,But knowing there would not be any justice,With no options left i said i quit ..i quit.



I know it was hard for my maa n paa
But this was a rightful law,



As i couldn't suffer alone,Just to ensureĀ  i was in a comfort zone,So i said i quit ...i quit
Poem is on a journey of qutting my job. Dirst time wrote a poetry. Would be great of you could help it review

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