saad iqbal Poems

The last day, it will come
burning like the intense of a sun
Flames every where where you can see
Burning on every spot, where you want to flee
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When i look outside
I see someone waving at me
its amazingly dark
So its hard to see
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Where will i end up
After my life is closed shut
will it be the hell
or will it be the cell
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I will be dead in the morning
Rising at the night
Get killed again
Then filled with delight
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From the places where i stand
i see the rails of blood on my hand
the cold dark wind passed me by
in the battle field, which i rely
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