A.R Bilal Poems

some dared to cross the den,
some broke swords with a pen,
some were greater than men,
One plays the role of the ten,
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The tombs of past,
Are too much vast,
Ah! What I Remember
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I never get what I always want,
Agony, despair, irony on a haunt.
The word of shall is a word of shan't,
Steadfast me, slipping from slant.
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From a cave like cage, a bird just got free,
Flying high in sky, spread wings on a tree,
One can hear, with doubt it chirps, stutters,
One can see, moves with a fear and flutters,
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