Ars Poetica Poem by Adnan Shafi
Ars Poetica
𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦
𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦
𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦
𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘵𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦
𝘗𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘦
𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥
𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥
𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘵?
𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺
𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘢𝘮
𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦
𝘗𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭
𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮
𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭
©Adi Adnan
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