Good Days

Good Days short poem

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Everyone waits for good days to arrive
Nobody knows where are those days
Hope is only the melody of life
Behind the horizon of sky
Expectation is enriched in every heart

Sufferings are overcome with distance of happiness
Nobody knows what’s the length of sorrow
Some may have few ,some may have more
But one don’t have the vision of unknown side

Each time and days are passed in life
To see the result of future and further
Tomorrow can be worse or today may be enough
One can’t decide which is better than before

So consider we’re living to see today
Some can’t survive to see this day
Heaven and hell is here to exist
Though nobody knows what’s next.

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Fatima Masood
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great poem

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