Thou hast the ability
to seek the flickering light,
of hope in the dark
Thou hast the power
to gather thy shattered pieces
again and again.
O thou real artist!
Thou paint the colors
in thy life.
What thou do is not so easy
when thou choose what thou like
rather than being bound by hallow promises and fake love
Thou finally free.
O thou real beauty!
What thou do is not so easy.
Gathering thy broken pieces
holding hand of those who once betrayed.
masking pain with thy most beautiful smile.
O thou touchstone!
What thou do is an art.
An art to be practiced.
Art of choosing.
The hard way to right destination.
O thou real artist!
What thou do is not so easy
To be true to yourself
to be honest that make thou so lovely.
O thou beauty!
thy sedate tone...
After all the hardships of life.
proves thou a king.
O thou real artist!
thou paint the colors
in thy life.
O thou king!
thou got no jewels in thy treasure
but when thou unlock thy word-hoard
In whole world's treasures,
there left naught.
O thou king!
O thou beauty!
After losin' everything.
Thou win, thou win, thou win.
O thou touchstone!
~Sweara Ahmed~
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