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A poem written by me, it's all that I am currently feeling.

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Flame in the dark

How often do we burn? How much of a light are we to the dark? What flames lay in our hearts? Burn flame, till you set the world ablaze And the dark learns to fear you!

Accident

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Poem

It a love poem to a ladies

Poem

It's Time to decide which path is worth sticking to in 2022

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Poem on "The Reign of Thornbush"

An excerpt from the poem; "Too late did the trees learn a lesson profound, As do good men who stay silent, unbound, Choosing passivity in public affairs, they bear, To be ruled by the malevolent, a price unfair."

Dark poem

वो औरत है

This is a poem about the journey of a woman fighting against the social beliefs, breaking stereotypes and achieving her dreams, finding her true potential.

THE PHILOSOPHY OF HUMAN LIFE! Poem

The days of a man passes like a whirlwind, but the power of life and death lies in his sayings... Humanity From the day a man is born, trouble and sorrows follows him/her. One lives to experience abundance whilst the other welcomes pain and poverty.

Love poem

Un doux baisé déposé Sur tes lèvres sucrées Une caresse remplie de tendresse Une silhouette de déesse Des yeux si éclatants Un regard foudroyant Des mains si douces Et un coeur immense; La femme de ma vie Mes doux rêves de la nuit Ma princesse.

Poem of year

Poem:new year As the clock struck twelve on New Year's Eve, We bid farewell to the year that had left. A year of challenges, a year of change, A year of loss, a year of gain. The end of 2022, a time to reflect, On all that's happened, all we've neglect. But as the new year, 2023, begins, We look ahead with hope, with new sins. The future is uncertain, but we'll take the lead, And make the most of what life has to give us, indeed. We'll face the challenges, and rise to the test, With resilience a

Zubair Tarar Pakistani Poet

Zubair Tarar is a Pakistani poet and writer live-in Vehari

A Half Remembered Dream

In my dreams, a fading voice calls upon me from a loud echo, From a sunless sky, out of the bleak night, a shivering hand reaches out to hold; From the ground beneath, shreds of fog rises to seal me within As my feet stomps on charred bones I stretch my arms forward and give command; rise, o charred bones rise, o fallen; soldiers, princes and peasants alike. Rise! An army forms around me, not of flesh and blood An army forms around me, of bones and rotten armour Battle awaits, we March! Who can

Dreams of imagination

Dreams of Imagination. In the depths of night, when the world is still, and the stars above, shine with a tranquil thrill. In this peaceful moment, my mind begins to roam, through memories and dreams, that I have yet to know. A world of wonder, awaits beyond the door, of my imagination, where anything is possible and more. From soaring through the clouds, to diving in the sea, my mind takes me on journeys, that set my spirit free. And in these moments, I am filled with pure delight, as I explore

The haunting of are self

I write only of what ik and feel. So i pray that may oneday god will send an opportunity my way that will allow me to provide for my family befor i lose my self.