He said that one day we will meet
When pheasants with them moon will bring
When birds make nests in depth of sea
When dead ones stand and chant and sing
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Your poem serves as a prime illustration of this concept. The presentation is outstanding and the flow is simply marvelous. Full 5****
Thanks for your beauteous words Asim Nehal but things are not in our hands there is a destiny that shape our ends. Hope sometimes dips in oceans of gloom and melancholy
Our ideas hold such immense power that they have the potential to turn the impossible into reality. Despite knowing that certain things are meant to remain as they are, we still yearn to view them through a different lens.
We run from pillar to post and yet we never meet, meeting of mind is important than meeting of body. Good poem.
You are right Juhaina, thats what which we call the hand of fate and destiny that shape our ends. Sometimes it seems that we are puppets in the hands of destiny