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                                      Poems penned by ADU students





                                                                  Painting of Flaws


                                                                  BY MANAHIL M. RASHID (1075482)

                                                                  A painted canvas is worth
                                                                  Much more than a brand new one
                                                                  As our eyes admire the beauty
                                                                  That emerges in the artwork
                                                                  Yet when it comes to our own skin
                                                                  We run from that helpless
                                                                  Have we so soon forgotten
                                                                  The value carried by such
                                                                  The remarks we put up with
                                                                  The grandeur we conceal
                                                                  For if we pause to consider
                                                                  These ‘flaws’ are what beautify us
                                                                  Perfection is nothing but a myth
                                                                  A fib that costs many their contentment
                                                                  Have we forgotten yet again
                                                                  That a painted canvas is always worth more







         Loving Hate


         BY LEEN MOHAMAD (1075482)

         Hate: one of the strongest forms of chaos
         Yet she embraced me lovingly, oh so tenderly
         During the calm before the storm
         Whispering venomous lies ever so warm
         I could no longer fight back
         Thunder and lightning rumbled and cracked
         Lacking the strength I once had
         It broke me down till I went mad
         My dear, watch me emerge
         Through the clouds, for can’t you see?
         Darkness – in all its glory is not vulnerability
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