Long Lost!

Growing days of high frustations                            

No pain i have nor expectations

With lost hopes i see a life

Neither tastes nor some spice

World is on an end these days

With daily chaos of all disgrace

I feel to tear my chest apart 

And wash clear my dusted heart

Missed were the days of joy

i was young and life was a toy

Time has his own beliefs

But very well he decieves

Hatred and hopes always entwined

Breath culminates but life’s fine.

                                                   افماي   

Palestine.

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Let the globe feel pity on
Paris,
I have less abstracts
for them.

I was a human first,
I am a muslim then.

None attended when i was
slaughtered,
Screams i feel and i am less
bothered.

None cared my mother’s
weep,
I wont care thier mother’s
wail.

I seek refuge only from the
God.
No needed help from the
world

I was left personal, I will
be personal
Of my lose thier cant be
any reversal.

                           افماي