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.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
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.