Xuda

looking around,
can't find nothing just me,
alone, in the pitch-black day.

who said there is hope!
can't trust life, even death.
walking slowly, carefully,
looking for teeny hope.

can't see but feel,
something reach me up!
Has different name!
I call it xuda.

Besar Kurdistani

Game Over

Friends that poem supposed to be political poem lolz but look when i finished it what happened to my inspiration.

A small child,
stole a small sweet behind her Mam,
called him a small thief in front of his Dad,
gave him a small penalty.

grows up,
This time, he goes to the same place,
same sweet shop,
Good Morning Sir,
when i was a child, stolen a sweet,
now i have to pay for you double.
Don't say anything Sir,
No one understand, unless
when someone stealing you,
Now, i feel you.
Yeah, she taught me a lesson,
stole my heart in a minute,
can't return it forever.
it is a mess,
was like a poison, that put inside my brain.
directly felt the waives, waives continuously,
started from heart, mouth, ear, eyes, till reached my brain.
there showed to all my system.
GAME OVER.

Besar Kurdistani

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