Poetry is the product of the soul. ( easternpen )
Here is another poem by easternpen.
"We Have To Walk"
We have to walk, We have to walk
Or the regrets, stopping you
And ordering your resignation
And forcibly forcing for the end of your force
So of course all that you got there
Is to walk and walk
Walk, until you are decomposed
Until your dreams are buried with you
Inside your cascade
Until you are a dead body
Until you are no more
But what will you do
If you got to do that shouldn't do
And do that again and again
What will you do
What will you do
If you couldn't get relief in the world of souls
by Ghulam Muhayyudin or easternpen
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