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WHEN I HATED ADVICE
Everything seems uncertain now
Tears rush down a winding course
Of shattered dreams.
Losing hope becomes a meaningless term
To the one who has no hope at all...
Sudden and fierce are some stabs of fate,
I thought I would win the battle with faith,
But got knocked down by lightning-like darts.
You were here once,
Now somewhere,
And I hate the voices offering advice.
(Written more than two decades ago by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed (Emmenay). Posted on November 18, 2011).
