When I go to the market, to bring something,
My soul listens to a calling ring.
Often I stop at a shop of snacks or sweets,
And purchase some thing to listen to the tweets,
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In a sense I am also a defeated woman. But I was defeated by my love and I enjoyed my defeat. It is a nice lovely poem.
Beautifully you have portrayed this poem, though reality but a sad one...Liked reading it.
this is a really good poem. Life has been hard, but you are there with her, that is what matters...I hope and pray that life turns around for better for both of you...
May be too sad, but still i find a little ray in it when I see you stand by her...... very nice brother Akhtar ! ! !
A sad tale of stern reality.Your style of narration is magnetic.It can easily drag us to the end.
Dear brother, Your way os description is always very different. Too close to the realities of life. Thanks for your appreciation of my poem.
Its really sad to hear this. The bitter truth story of life. But as a poem it an excellent one. I really like your poems very much. You are a great poet indeed. My best wishes are always with you. Ruma
The sad tale of this lady is quite absorbing....It seems you enjoy listening to her 'twitter'
A touching poem.............................................................