To me, are very dear, My Fears!
That made me strong and brave,
And forced me to think I'm not,
Here to born and go in grave,
Have to do something before dying,
With the soul I am owing,
Entering a new world of quest,
A new journey avoiding the West,
When heart and soul divides,
You will never know your might,
Scared of shadowy dark?
Giving a chance to people to bark?
Hiding under the bed?
What about challenges ahead?
Were you sent for all this?
"Humans are useless, the Satan's pitch,
Sum up saying, I have no more words
Superior of all creatures, you've worth!
(Muneeb Tahir)
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