Fragile as kurdt
Loving the needle drop
when the bubble ceases to pop
Is Love to blame?
Hope you reached nirvana.
This world don’t mend wings broken in flight
Die from shock before you kiss the ground.
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All content by Hakeem Adam.
Dear you,
It is me again.
Hard to recognize you behind the pane
You’re still hiding from the fame.
We both feel same;
It’s something we don’t want but will gain
Just promise me you’ll stay sane
And let the values that brought us here remain.
Before it is all inane
Yours now and always,
Yourself before yourself.
Where am I?
A wondering eye bursts a failing leak
Ask the sky if she has a peak
But death will come before I hear her speak.
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All original content by Hakeem Adam.
The Lost Scrolls 