Behind The Picture And Its Frame Comments

The cold surface of his heart. It’s too late to cry As the enemy closes their eyes And aim their dart......mehreen very good write dear.......i loved it simply..what an talent u have.... read mine'cry not' 'Aplace called home' and, , , , , , , bidding farewell

very real...appealing and heart touching poem..and intersting... really your poetry shows me that you are a good and realistic and logic based poet... and the ideas and subjects are enough new and the way you do it is fantastic... yeah I mean it and love this piece of poem very much..and hope my poetry will also touch your heart if go through seriously..and let me know if its ok to your taste of soul...

i know i shouldn't comment on all ur poems n m sure dis is d last comment, even though i will want to comment on the rest of them too, but this is so so so so........ i can't find d right word.......but u jst need to know how nice it is! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

very very potent work mehreen...good job.