I Remained A Mirror Comments

That there is a constant sorrow in the heart Life is complicated So there is a waking city child in the heart.....wonderful

What a truth-re-echoing poetic marvel! Oh perfectly true, indeed - the very chief desire in the heart: exactly wherein Man's whole compass of instincts and actions and words remains so immovably pivoted...defining all they essentially are - whether or not their outward traits prove it. Yours is another exclusive, fact-laden cadre of poetry altogether, Shakir. And I'm officially falling in love with it rather wholly unapologetically: -)

'Then a trap is formed, another memory is in the heart All desires and longings are gone But the strangest thing is the desire in the heart' - an eloquent expression! Your poems are improving in quality. The picture is nice (shoulders and above) .