poison as medicine
just as the woundsso does the soul
bleed and get hurt
after years of suffering
time has come
to retreat in silence
let silence be my nurse
for people have walked away
revealing their real selves
hardly do i still believe
were they real?
time gives me bitter medicine
for patience gives needles agonising
but i have heard both are doctors great
Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG
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Written on 2025-12-11 at 15:43
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