Usman Rasheed Poems

How could i define,
the mystery of my love that turns into the wrath of mine!
The glance of that betrayal was enough to reveal the pain of mine!
I know all mistake is mine, once i said her to be divine
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Its beautiful to up at dawn,
If you don't then, you have to face the music on and on
Dark and ruddy is dispelling,
Birds are praising, who is one
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you can't go beyond it
you can't get rid of it
you can't solve it's rubix cube
you are responsible for it
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Sinner always have poor memory and several time i have forget my name
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