Having problems with myself
Day and night arguing the sin
So many things I have done
It’s the guilt makes me run
Far away in the lands
In solitude with the sun
All those pains make me cry
Be punished or had to die
It’s not people who makes me sad
But the conscience, makes be bad
Couldn’t decide what was right
Judging people in one sight
Avec the knowledge I had
Thought I was the only mad
Turned out to be wrong
Wasn’t mad they were strong
The population they had
Decided whom to be mad
It’s not you who is sad
But the people around is bad
Only then I could comprehend
Loneliness is like fin
It can guide you to the best
In overseas like a nest
All the routines that we do
Creates distance with nous
The environment I surpassed
Taught me be at last
Rough and strong but soft in heart
Appearance cannot last be a hon
Sometimes sweet often bitter
Based on the people you settle
Basam Murtaza Tahoor
10th June 2019
Author: Basam Murtaza Tahoor
Basam Murtaza Tahoor is an English Writer. He has written many short stories, articles, and poems.
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