Farewell..
Wise choices have been locked
I chose to leave, hoping you would hurry after me
On a stretch of land that was destined
I don't want shed tears
Because of an ego that no one wants to budge
High, then rises ... angry, full of emotion
"I'm on your side, or I'm actually your enemy?"
whispered to scream
And tonight, I brought in a choice locked in a padded couch
Convincing that it is good
Later we will be escorted to the bright street
Dig into justification for every word you whisper
Until my eardrum was torn
Make an oath, it will grow into sacred sooner
Farewell as if a sharp arrow
But in your speed you have filled it with poison
Darted, then stick
I slept eternally only by solitude
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The Blood of Holy Spring
PoetryThe Blood of Holy Spring is a book that is written by an Indonesian (actually a Pakistani🇵🇰) who always stands with Kashmir. He writes this book as his dedication to support Kashmir and the people of Kashmir to fight for their freedom. Kashmir is...
