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An intense grip!

Not having met you
Never made me feel empty,
But having met you
Makes me feel weak,

Not that I can't survive,
But it's a struggle of not wanting to,
A struggle of knowing
All that should be known,
And yet unable to
Hold back from the unknown,

A dying sense of urgency
Although there is none in the vicinity,
A profound feeling of having found
A feeling so intense
That it just couldn't be spent
Even after exhausting every cent.

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  1. Deep poetry, great work✨

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  2. Nice πŸ‘πŸΌ I didn't know you had this talent as well Fatema ! Keep Going πŸ‘ŒπŸΌ

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    1. This means so much!😊thanks a lot🌻

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  3. Amazing one di. Keep writing. ✌️

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  4. Beautifully penned :)

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  5. Appreciate your poetry depth

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  6. You have huge talented please Don’t waste itπŸ˜‚

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  7. Likhna band kar diya kya ??

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    1. haan it has slowed down at the moment

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    2. Lekin Kyu, tumhari poems se Shanti milti hai, sukoon milta hai padh ke. Relate kar paate hai khud ki takleef, marz ki tarah kaam karte hai tumhare shabd.

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    3. Thank you very much✨πŸ™Œ

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  8. kya baat hai... like it re

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  9. Question! Here, are you talking about women or general human behaviour?

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    1. Well, it's gender neutral. It's basically about someone's strong hold on you (the person reciting the poem).

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