It Couldn’t Turn Into Wings… Comments

Never too late to fulfill your dream as a poet...a constant balance to any material desires will take you right...Nice poem..

The materialistic pleasure tempt us down While the poetic fervor pulls us up… The desires win the tug of war Forbidding us to win the crown…. Very thoughtful, Your poem did have wings to ride up our thoughts. Abha

Beautiful, I love it!