She

She short poem

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She remained firm facing tough times
They remained cruel, forcing her to surrender
She remained stable, drying her tears
They remained hard, multiplying her sorrow
She remained strong, trying to hold on
They remained brutal, destroying her from inside
She remained unshaken, nursing her bruises
They remained harsh, increasing her pain
She remained happy, overcoming her sadness
They remained helpless in killing her happiness.

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Muhammad Khalid Khan
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Nicely done piece of poetry
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Saadiya Naqash
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wow…it is amazing 🙂 🙂

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