Poem # 08 “ Midnight Agony ”
Oh that night, that holy night
Some tears were shed & eyes were red
He let himself fall down the stairs
The stairs of his memory lane
The stairs were armed to the teeth
With swords of past and trauma blades
The angles thought he was in pain
He loved it as his ultimate fate
To love the night what it really meant
To accept the risk of hell in moonlight
Talk about night, it's just not fair
One minute I'm dreaming, next I'm in a nightmare
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Talha Bin Asad
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