Life was never mine,
It restricted me to not wake at nine.
Life was clay,
I've to mould for others to play.
Life was always an autumn,
Beautiful yet waiting for death to come.
Life was broken heart,
Whatever it's God's art.
Life was just a trash,
Later burned into ash.
Life was never in my control,
And left me as a broken soul.
---Ula Adil
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Voice Of Heart ✅
RandomPoetry is a spontaneous overflow of powerful feeling emotion recollected in the tranquillity ~~~~~~~ William Wordsworth. "Voice of heart" is like puzzle for me yet easiest way to explode my ownself. Sometimes we feel so confused and uncomfortable w...
