by Fatema Abdul Salik
Falling down the hill, I gather the wild blooms,
Attractive songs of birds banishing the gloom.
Trying to come to an end, I am happy moving,
Elated with the morning cheer, the sun is glowing.
Mellowing the mood, vanishing the tears,
Allowing the failure to flow, the success nears.
Feeling the terror,
Eating away at your heart.
Alienating you from your near and dear,
Roaring in your ears, lightening the bars.
Looking in the eyes,
Overflowing with affection.
Vowing never to erase that sight,
Eclipsing any hate ever present.
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