My form is not prolific
My form is not abundant
My form is not an enigma
My form is not charismatic
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On a little cart eternal Praise the boon that part me on earth With the widen eyes of sorrows A poem of eyes with sorrow after going through the realities of life and then a courage to reconcile with the surroundings. A beautiful poem. I enjoyed it. Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Widen eyes that blink in shock But she grins with all flock! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Though she is shocked by the grim realities of life, she smiles with the rest, covering up her grief! Great write!
It seems to be a self educating poem...................10 A thunder hit inside and stoops all thought If she grieve for a lazy lot What would be the future of this trot? Widen eyes that blink in shock But she grins with all flock! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Beautiful write Salini with fantastic lines..... Widen eyes that blink in shock But she grins with all flock! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! I loved the way you presented it. Loved it.
Very insightful and scripted with wonderful feelings and lines for the Nature.........amazing piece
widen eyes that blink in shock but she grins with all flock nice writing
Nice- wonderful- A thunder hit inside and stoops all thought If she grieve for a lazy lot What would be the future of this trot? Widen eyes that blink in shock But she grins with all flock