On the platform, the people
Are waiting for the subway train.
A baby plays with his mother's hair.
Such delicate hold of the black tuft,
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...........those moments were captured nicely.....and yes, it's true technology will never take the place of love.....enjoyed this poem :)
Baby plays with mother's hair in plat form, there is no chance for escape to read this beautiful life observing poem. Well done, well done. Nice on sharing.
of insensitive world we may get to live... with... No chance for escape... A beautiful poem which describes the hollowness of machines trying to surpass the beauty of love.Well done Col Muhammad Khalid Khan