There Is A Golden Sun Rise Poem by Aftab Alam

There Is A Golden Sun Rise

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This is the bored ocean,
Crowdy and chaos
We are chained,
With Poverty, thought maze,
unemployment, caste,
religion and language,

Each link is very weak.
Millions cry did not matter
Few selected roars commandeth
We are so weak,

We can’t identify into the dark,
Blame and claim,
we are mastered with this arts

In fact, in our mind
There hid a thief thought

Truth is this:
Beyond the bored ocean,
There is a golden sun rise.

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