The Real Me - Poem by Madeeha Ayub
Like the wish of a bud
it springs like a blooming flower
with the hope of seeing the dawn,
it rises as a sky reaching tower
a bird which soars high
to reach the first flash of the sun,
a star twinkling in the dark
finding an answer to every question.
with thoughts so deep,
like an ocean of pearls,
it glides over every path
and every moment taking new turns.
a solitudinal personality it carries,
with fake and artificial accompanies.
a purified soul i see,
because this is the real me,
the real me.
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