Martyred Poem by Ayaan Naseer
Martyred
Where the brain utters no word
Where happiness seems absurd
Where hearing of ears is blurred
Where all the pleas are demurred
Where the eye, never has heard
Where abel's murder occured
Where the skin's sense is slurred
Where one's soul is constantly stirred
Where one's purity is doctored
Where all my wounds have festered
Into hell I have been lowered
The saint in me has been martyred.
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