Countless nights spent in thought,
Who was to blame and who was not.
Ignorance is a bliss, yet oblivion isn't,
Confrontation is requisite yet realization isn't.
What is to mend when nothing existed?
How to leap when change is resisted?
What is a lie? the absence of truth?
Unwilling to comprehend, we are in youth.
Why is wisdom related to age?
when for centuries humans are driven by rage.
~NAZIA ZAHRA
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Author:
nazia (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 8th, 2026 05:43
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments4
Love the flow… and welcome back
thanks..love the pfp though
Get these monkeys off my back!
This becomes a poem of questioning one's position in life and one's options. Well done
thoughtful write
So nicely you put your thought
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