Liberation Poem by Syed Peerzada Aurangzeb

Liberation



Yearnings are mute now
And hatred for oneself growing
Prayers are thoughtless
And soul is swallowing
When moon carts to nothingness
Last days are always awful
Resentment provocating my breaths
Come and liberate my soul.

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