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No fate, no plan, Just scars on man. Cold world, no hand, So I ran, and ran. She prays, I sin, Don’t know where I’ve been. Dark roads, no win, Just smoke in wind. No peace, just war, Steel tongue, raw core. Knocked doors, no floor, Still hunt for more. My path, my curse, Each move, then thirst. No doc or nurse Just pain, then worse. They fake, I bleed, No want, just need. Fast life, no speed, I plant, they feed. Just God, no dream, Just cold, no gleam. I drown, no stream, Life tore my seams. She wait, I roam, Don’t know my home. No text, no phone,  Just me, alone. They shoot, I duck, Still trust no luck. My heart’s long stuck In days that suck. If I die, don’t cry, Just ask them why. No wings, I fly One last goodbye. Author:Hassan Murtaza © Muhammad Hassan Murtaza. All Rights Reserved. This poem is the original, unpublished intellectual property of Muhammad Hassan Murtaza . All rights are strictly reserved under ...

 She beg, I go, No light, just low. Cold heart, no glow, So I drift in snow.   She cry, I freeze, No warmth, no ease. Just storms, no peace, Just fall, no lease.   No door, no key, No truth in me. I hide, I flee, No soul, no plea.   She call, I mute, This pain runs brute. No root, no fruit, Just loss, acute.   I trust, they lie, No tears, just dry. I breathe, then die, No wings to fly.   They talk, I stare, No love, no care. Just smoke, just air, I break, I swear.   She stay, I’m gone, No dusk, no dawn. Just void, moved on, No chess, no pawn. Author: Hassan Murtaza © Muhammad Hassan Murtaza. All Rights Reserved. This poem is the original, unpublished intellectual property of Muhammad Hassan Murtaza . All rights are strictly reserved under applicable copyright laws, both domestic and international, including but not limited to the Copyright Ordinance of Pakistan (1962) and the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary an...