Minds That Aspire Poem by Raabia Tabassum

Up from the minds that aspire,

Glowing more than any fire.

Creatin' thousands of images,

For everything is just smoke.

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A piece of paper that is so brown,

Comes crashing down.

Just a touch of ash,

And everything is broken.

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Millions of false imaginations,

All wound up as creations.

Wasting time in the unreal,

For which will never happen.

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In this district so lonely,

Filled with memories only.

Near the bays of the river,

Come up will it ever.

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Up from the minds that aspire,

Glowing more than any fire.

Creatin' thousands of images,

For everything is just smoke.