They Call Me Psyche Poem by Muneeb Tahir Muneeb Tahir
They Call Me Psyche
How would I do it?
All alone, I need a helping hand
Just like one eyed king,
In crowd of blinds,
They are getting sick day by day,
Not one or two in numbers,
But most in my society,
I have found cure to their illness,
And its reality,
But they are escapist,
They do not like my remedy,
So they call me pysche.
(Muneeb Tahir Saleemi)
(MUNEEB TAHIR SALEEMI)
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