Social media, a writer's guide,
A giant force, not to subside.
From seasoned pros to those who start,
It molds a voice, refines the art.

Build your brand, let it be known,
LinkedIn, Twitter—your skills are shown.
Posts and insights, crafted right,
Shape your presence, bold and bright.

Global reach, no bounds remain,
Through Instagram or TikTok's lane.
Stories shared with hearts afar,
Readers found where dreams are star.

Network wide, connections bloom,
In hashtags, forums, online rooms.
Editors, peers, with wisdom share,
Collaborate and spark to dare.

Inspiration flows, a constant stream,
From challenges and trending themes.
Ideas ignite, refine your flair,
Communities guide with care to spare.

Readers speak, their voices clear,
Feedback fosters what they cheer.
Loyal fans, a writer’s gain,
Support that eases doubt and strain.

Gateways open, publish bold,
Medium's stage or LinkedIn's fold.
One viral post, a future bright,
A writer's path lit up with light.

So wield this power, make your way,
Social media’s here to stay.
The world awaits your voice, your art—
Begin your journey, take heart, and start!

While the world enjoys online pleasures
dig knowledge, research for work treasures
We, here in Pakistan, face snail's slow internet
I can't use social media, see my Love too I bet
Offline to  end,and we have to be online again
Or my world shall be lone, forgetful and in pain

Ever wonder about the blessing of a home?
To feel the gift of God Almighty shlome
The one we live in, not made with bricks
There ain't any wood or man made tricks
Yes, the very earth we live on with right
As if we have it straight and uptight
The might of nature, the trees dance
The flowers bloom, grass smiles chance
This is our home, our very beloved earth
This is where we pass time, death and birth

Their blood flows daily, a crimson tide,
Innocence shattered, where can they hide?
My child, your child—they laugh, they play,
So too do they, yet they're swept away.

What crime is theirs? What harm can they do?
They dream of skies painted in hues of blue.
No schemes of power, no politics known,
Just tender hearts in a fragile zone.

Slaughtered, bombed with a ruthless might,
Their cries extinguished in the dead of night.
Relentless hands of a merciless fate,
Where is the peace we once called great?

What of humanity, its fragile flame,
Burnt to embers in war’s cruel name?
In their silence, a deafening plea,
Echoes for justice, for dignity free.

So weep for the children, the innocent, pure,
And seek a world where love may endure.
For every drop spilled, a question remains:
Who will answer their unspoken pains?

Their blood flows daily, a crimson tide,
Innocence shattered, where can they hide?
My child, your child—they laugh, they play,
So too do they, yet they're swept away.

What crime is theirs? What harm can they do?
They dream of skies painted in hues of blue.
No schemes of power, no politics known,
Just tender hearts in a fragile zone.

Slaughtered, bombed with a ruthless might,
Their cries extinguished in the dead of night.
Relentless hands of a merciless fate,
Where is the peace we once called great?

What of humanity, its fragile flame,
Burnt to embers in war’s cruel name?
In their silence, a deafening plea,
Echoes for justice, for dignity free.

So weep for the children, the innocent, pure,
And seek a world where love may endure.
For every drop spilled, a question remains:
Who will answer their unspoken pains?

Money is a felony
Come to me honey
*** is just a new cause
Serves the sin clause
Be gay and happy, no worries
Be full of life, eating cherries

Money is a felony
Come to me honey
*** is just a new cause
Serves the sin clause
Be gay and happy, no worries
Be full of life, eating cherries