Leaving her alone, a thought of pain!
Personified in a face my fifty years,
It will not be easy to stop the tears,
I shall manage; I'll smile once again,
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In the soil of her bosom are so many roots, Clouds of love will rise for the showers, My colors and aroma will survive in flowers. From generation to generation to come your love and aroma will fill their life. Love is contagious and it keeps growing spreading love and fragrance all around. beautiful poem with a glimpse of all those past moments.
Nice poem about this short journey in this life. Thank you Mr. Akhtar Jawad for sharing this awesome poem.