Enormous world with millions of souls
Is devastating the crowd of whole,
Walking all the path with low grounds mile,
Leaves me nowhere in this place; so fragile.
Queued in the gloomy morning I wayed
to my destination walking all alone,
Wishing for a clearer day ahead,
Basking with sorrows in my life; I go.
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Amina s. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.