The Tornado of Life
Heart never wants the right things
But the thought of wanting little never arises
Adding new face to same loneliness
Doesn’t really help to heal the old bruises
Wanting to describe a tornado inside
The tongue diverges and ends up with lies
Having last glance of myself in the mirror
I knotted my torn bits desperately in ties
It’s motivating to struggle for desired goal anyway
Without losing heart after so many tries
But you won’t have the chance to roll the dice of your life
Even when you are ready to pay every price
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Afra Abro
An Optimistic writer and poet who wants to portray every feeling into something worth recognizing.
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