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Eiman Asif
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Stories (31/0)
What to do?
"Going to School, Coming to home. Holding a laptop, opening the Chrome. I am child for love. But I'm under a life so though. I am an owl of night. Wake up and study, Alright! Never knew where it ends. Seeing my parents worried, I'm so Tense! What's the way out? I must find. An aim to choose that's what to find. To find an aim, I'm so blind. Never knew what the book means. I am a baby just of dreams. life is short, my hope is God. All wishes coming true, that's what no one has ever got. Why do I need to try, When looking failure, why do eyes too cry? Why so fear, I am strong, That's a lie! Books what are you, there for? my mind is so dumb, you know for sure. Learn to Earn, a rule of fools. Earn to learn, that's a tool. books are you making us a fool? why a student am I so cool? Need a purpose to go to school. Advise me reader if you know something. I am your friend, now tell me something. My problem so small. Why go to school and miss the mall? Why students are filled across the hall?" Writer: Eiman Asif
By Eiman Asif6 months ago in Poets
It hurts so bad
I hide my pain, so fine, but now it hurts so bad, I need a wine. Can't even control my rage, people so many but I still feel so caged. Blood dripping out of my eye, Please elaborate who am I? To express my hurt, I am so shy, You say you'll support me that's a lie.
By Eiman Asif7 months ago in Poets
"Happiness is found"
"In hidden corners of the heart, it's found, Happiness, a treasure deep, unbound. Not in fleeting moments or distant shores, But within, where its essence soars. It's not a destination on a far-off chart, But a journey, a dance, a work of art. In laughter's echo, in a warm embrace, Happiness resides, a tender grace. Not in possessions or wealth untold, But in the love and stories we unfold. In simple pleasures, in nature's sound, Happiness, my friend, is truly found. In the smile of a child, so pure and bright, In starry skies that adorn the night. In a helping hand, a friendship true, Happiness blossoms, like morning's dew. It dwells in kindness, in forgiveness' glow, In the strength to let the past's burdens go. In gratitude for what we have around, Happiness, you see, is always found. It's not in a distant, elusive chase, But in the present, in each moment's grace. In every heartbeat, in every breath, Happiness emerges, conquers death. So seek it not in far-off lands, But right where you are, where life expands. In the tapestry of moments, tightly wound, Happiness, dear soul, is truly found."
By Eiman Asif10 months ago in Poets