Poetry

Poetry is a language of universe
above hate
Poetry stays alive even long after we are gone
Poetry is cherished by each generation
Write poetry and write more
To heal oneself and others

Noor Reflection

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In the midst of events
When judgment is foggy
And pain unbearable
When night seems longer
And days are unhappy
I want to quit, run and hide
Letting my fears to win over me
But then I hear this voice
Gearing me in the direction I missed
Reminding me of my inner powers
Lifting my soul, bringing out my strength
To be a healer, a fighter, a hero
I bow my head in silence
To thank Him for not letting me give up.

Noor Reflection