As she is a widow,
She is the deserted moon,
She is like the setting Sun
In the afternoon..
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Except for the Death Everyone hugs her Like hailstones from above. Truly written, nice poem on a widow's wretched life.
Into the arena where Dreams seldom kiss the eyes Into the arena where Rains of desire Seldom fills the heart, Into the arena where Rainbows of hope Seldom crown the cloud. Beautiful description of deserted life of a widow. Thanks for the poem. 10 marks.
Nice poem with beautiful imagery. Loved the lines.. Into the arena where Dreams seldom kiss the eyes Into the arena where Rains of desire Seldom fills the heart, Into the arena where Rainbows of hope Seldom crown the cloud. Except for the Death Everyone hugs her Like hailstones from above. Thanks for this poem.10 marks.
Into the arena where Dreams seldom kiss the eyes Into the arena where Rains of desire Seldom fills the heart, Into the arena where Rainbows of hope Seldom crown the cloud. Beautiful description of deserted life of a widow.sir thanks for shairing this poem......10++++