Like the burning candles,Is melting every second,
The laughters,the pains,the proud,the money,
Every second is a certainty,To I will cease to shine,
And your calculative and manipulative will fade off,
Light will be stolen from this secluded road,
Darkness will surely befall out of this worldly heaven,
O' man! Be ready for your final zip code in the mud,
Show humanity, show Modest codes.
✍🏻Momina Ahsan
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