I still survive, I am still alive
Devoting my pride, again and again
Never told you about my deep pain
My plain love and heart
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My plain love and heart Was simply taken as my naïve part You never asked who I was, never I never told you who I was, never I warn you with my hidden tear.....The real me..... i see in this mirror. a philosophical write. tony
A riot of emotions touching both head and heart. Is there a way out from a chaotic feelings? Leave to to the readers. It struck me whatever I read.
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You never asked who I was, never I never told you who I was, never I warn you with my hidden tear My fevered pride is a fear - Seeing my real me, real I. philosophic and spiritual. tony
Very intense. The repeated never brought my hair on my arms to rising- there is a feeling of something coming and it is a fearsome mixture of pain, pride, fear, and regret. Well done, Hassan.
A beautiful poem of love, pain, pride, fear and regret. Very well written Hassan! ....10+
An intensive write with thoughtful penning. Touching expression. Beautiful poem shared. Thanks.
A thoughtful and well wrote poem. I recollect Queen Noor JehaN Az qaza aayeenae chiny shikast, khoobshud asbabe khudbeeni shikast.
Well written, thanks for sharing.