Hira Ahsan


My Age


I wish to tear my flesh apart
and show the world
my lifeless heart

Depraved minds pose as
the intellectual lot
sincere words are
considered rot

World of my age is vain
target terror, hunger pain!
Appearances here seem attractive
Why to seek which is deceptive..?

Submitted: Monday, May 05, 2014

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  • Saadat Tahir (6/20/2014 6:31:00 AM)

    nice poem...written in a classical format with nice rhyming
    A great message to boot

    v nice
    liked (Report) Reply

  • Bill Cantrell (5/5/2014 2:49:00 PM)

    There is a time for many where life and age don't seem to be meant for each other, your poem does an excellent job of showing this..good emotion and excellent rhyme, nice work! (Report) Reply

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