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Anam Asif Oct 2017
I want to be a poet,
Those words waving like in the ocean.
I’m unlike my sister,
We’re not entwined.
But passion comes later they say,
False is it, if I have it now?
Me wanting to write,
Is not just of my hobby,
But something I’d carry out my life.
Wanting to tell it to everyone,
I’m alike.
I want to be someone on my own,
Not just a body on a soul.
My voice trapped beneath,
Millions must’ve died,
By letting out their screams.
Abandoned our forethoughts,
Out of draconian fear we we,
Our voices remain underneath.

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