I'm the one who's born by fate
by the mud, in the slime
my fragrance is not of this world
my appearance is like a divine
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thus now my breaths are breaking like weak thread my heart felts like it never had the sound of thuds and flow of lime I'm watching the casket of me and no one by my side I'm the keeper of my own shrine huh! my appearance is like a divine It's a very deep poem, Asif. Watching one's own casket is beyond bodily world. Best Wishes Naseer
The format of the poem is great because of its rhythm and flow. Also the repetition in the las line of each stanza worked well. I sense acutely your longing (or even now being granted) to overpower adversity. An extremely well crafted poem. 10 Karin Anderson
great verses penned by great Asif! 10+