• patelabdulrehman5 46w

    By unknown writer

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    Premonitions surfing through abysmal confinement
    Thoughts unable to scale the walls so high,
    Tempestuous growling cannot shun the reverie
    Ears have gone bitter from its harrowing cry

    Accumulated between the sterile cracks of wisdom
    Only found upon the soil's subtle quiver,
    Beneath them all lies a mystery
    Which upon inspection displays a fading vigor.

    Though embedded deep, this mystery remains at stake
    With the bleak foundation threatening to subside,
    But this baleful risk its forever prepared to take,
    For until Israfil blows his trumpet, these secrets will eternally hide.