When there is grief- bleed then you must hide,
Thorns pierced on your bosom, never chide,
This will give you strength to move in wide,
Sittin' on a grief horse; enjoy, while you ride,

They try to weaken you; your will and voice,
Know this; take your own decision; the choice,

Aftab Alam

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