RHYME Poem by Danish Javed

Oh, my little heart, don’t get attached
To things that are far.
The moon looks enchanted, but it’s all just a mirage.
Don’t fall for it, or you will fall hard.

That damn smile you had to put,
Before showing your face for others to look at.
My heart ached, but I had to smile.
Don’t you worry, Mum, because I’m alright.

Oh, my little heart, don’t you cry.
A day will come when my misery will die.
When death knocks on my door, I will smile and hold on once more.
I fell for someone who isn’t mine,
And carry her in my heart forever, until I die.

Those wonderful moments, that pleasing hope,
Will finally fade away when I’m gone.
Oh, my little heart, don’t you stop.
Endure until the game is on.
Be a sacrificial pawn and protect your queen;
My father told me that’s how you win.

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