Craving Peace Craving peace in every single thing,
I’ve gone through every single string
Of life and strife;
To let the wings of anguish fly high,
Enduring the embers dwelling up into the sky.
Keeping myself busy all the time,
My broken self yearns for a glime
Of heal and feel;
To carry a string of strength,
Through the clouds of onerous length.
Breaking down to the edge,
I often find myself disconnected by the hedge,
Of ignorance and tolerance;
Wondering all the peace which I deserve, Have I kept as a reserve?
-Asiya Rahim
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