Saturday, June 7, 2014
Storm Fear Comments
Rating: ★5.0
Fly, fly fly away in the meads,
and no need to return.
give up, give up, give up all your creeds
and let them too to burn.
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7/19/2025 10:42:54 PM # 1.0.0
Beautiful poem Muhammad. Storms will surely hit us till we don't give up all our creeds. Storm is the fear created in our mind. You have created a beautiful storm with flow of words. Loved reading it.