- In this mirage existence, Oh Lord of life.
My verity is,
"to God we appertain and candidly to him we shall return." -
hardships ends as the chapter closes,
Life is never ever a bed of roses.
After knowing all the realities of life,
It becomes more sharper than a knife.
Whatever you think, it opposes,
life is never ever a bed of roses.
We all have disparate peregrinations,
Discrete trails along the vocations.
In the painful claws, it encloses,
Life is never ever a bed of roses.
~BatoolFH
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When My Pen Murmured
Poetry"When my pen murmured, it let out all the whispers, that kept roaming into my heart since long." This book contains poems, that I have written from the deepest part of my heart. Peep in to know more.
