![]() One Last PoemA Poem by Irtaza Wahid![]() The poem reflects a haunting farewell, where each word is a wound and every line bleeds anguish, culminating in a cold surrender to death's inevitable embrace.![]() Ink bleeds like wounds across this dying page,
Each line a scar carved deep with rage. I write of ghosts that gnaw my bones, My pen is rusted, slick with pain, When I am done, the silence comes, © 2025 Irtaza Wahid |
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Added on January 29, 2025 Last Updated on January 29, 2025 Author
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