If I raise my head, it is known
And if I bow down, it becomes glorious
I do not accept silence
If I say something, the language goes away
No one comes to get cash
If I give a loan, the shop goes
Don't go on my broken wings
It flies to the sky
Do not take bad prayers from anyone
It goes to sleep
Death to take its toll
Goes between the soul
By looking at a different shape
Gets tired all day
Don't ask a fool like me
Which is accepted only by words….
Its only sweet word for you….
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ishfaq hussain
Poetry is a type of literature based on the interplay of words and rhythm. In poetry, words are strung together to form sounds, images, and ideas that might be too complex or abstract to describe directly.
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