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Jul 2020
Let me burn in the pain,
Which is almost stir in my vein:
I have seen a lot of double faces men;
They use humans as playing any game!


I do the same and receive the same,
Why did I forget this world this triviality;
But a place where you gain all of your vulgarity:
Outcomes that you have done with the lame.



It's a play of *** for tak, no one can do change-
The law of the game, just play it without derange:
It is compelled your wit to be utilized for gaining;
The secure niche, where you spend your being.



Composed by Urooba Fatima.
This poem is all about the results of your misdoings which you will receive sooner or later.
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Urooba
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