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My rage is hate, it scorch all of them like the sun,
Leaving them all dead, crisp, burning like the sun.


Love is a disease, it’s sexually transmitted;
It churns, slashes and burns my loins, like the sun.


Emptiness abound, this sea of sadness I swim
For eons, till I emerge, radiating like the sun.


The air is fresh, it caresses my lungs with gust
Life’s lottery I won, hmmm! I smile, like the Sun.


Since eighteen thirty two he’s walked this earth
With his pen, that burns very bright, like the sun.

Good one brother, I like the repetitive use of simile in each couplet. Keep it up.

noble4d:
Good one brother, I like the repetitive use of simile in each couplet. Keep it up.

thanks man. That's the beauty of the Ghazal poem.

Cheers.