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Md Zimam Ahmed Poem
So alone in the crowd with the people all around me
So alone in the dark with the lights all around me
Feeling the chill tearing my chest
In the neck deep water of the mountain crest
Seeing the sky with the aurora light up
And becoming a man who is fed up
Lived in the dilemma, was I a good one?
Or was I just an expendable one
Leaving the world like a saint soul
After massacring thousands of young goals
Was I dead before I was killed
By the hand who helped me up still
Yes, I was dead before I was killed
Left with a cold heart which was beating still
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Md Zimam Ahmed Poem
I want to talk to that girl
Who just got her hair curled
Please unfurl your hair oh girl
It will reveal to me the whole world
Her face as bright as full moon light
Her eyes so green and bright like emerald in sunlight
Her red hair shining bright
How graceful her walk, just so right
I felt a fright
But gathered nerve in spite
Went to talk to her
While smiling bright
Copyright © Md Zimam Ahmed | Year Posted 2023
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