You may call me- air, a vagabond,
An idiot, a wise or a loafer;
Poetry is only my gain,
To ease my inner pain.
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in knowledge of god we always there May we are humble indeed High in other deed But in Hands of God we are Man and Magic indeed/ God bless you brother
Deep like ocean........... I am beauty of the nature; I am the tide of the time; I am the man of Time. Lord knows..and what else....
Great write Aftab! Eternity is within us...! With God everything is possible!
How much deep this poem is...I am speechless, excellent poetry: -)
Fine poem, taking things easy and as it is!