I saw her photograph at home,
Liked her simple grace.
Saw her at a holy place,
Peace prevailing face.
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we all are fakes....make up our face... and when ensconced... we quickly escape.... and leave you behind to trace their origins.... 'tis too late.... as you will never find em at one deigned place.... they have no heels to trace....can you now them replace make do will you... you have the requisite grace... your God alone will for you... your happiness retrace.... with some one elses' skirts lace.... then leave her for being a disgrace... with your embellished grace
Thank you Akhtar Jawad for your remark about my poem, I like yours also. I imagine from double standards that you are troubled by the beauty of youth and yet do not find it easy to come to terms with the changes?
Insightful piece of poetry, nicely penned in beautiful rhyme scheme with conviction. Thanks for sharing Akhtar.