The vanishing camphor
And the fine last stroke,
It’s all life honey and we got to go…
Hundred smiles so delicately tuned
Myriad minds out of phase,
It’s all life baby and we got to go…
Preface soiled when born
Contents sensibly torn out,
It’s all life dear, the journey ought to continue…
And the fine last stroke,
It’s all life honey and we got to go…
Hundred smiles so delicately tuned
Myriad minds out of phase,
It’s all life baby and we got to go…
Preface soiled when born
Contents sensibly torn out,
It’s all life dear, the journey ought to continue…
- littleWriter
7 comments:
Subhan Allah!! Welcome bk. and thisis one masterpiece of urs Sir.:)
loved the crisp n gr8 rendition of life.
interesting!
Ur poems are beautifully composed with grt use of vocabulary and always end with ray of hope...
I seem to like the endings of ur poems...
Keep it up buddy..
ur poetry's r nice :)
nice blog dude
hey..umm I read few of your writings. I dunno why, after I finish reading them, am numb.
it's very weird :/
btw course your writings are astounding..
hmm..gud one..first I had to think out what the subject is..
if I am wrong, plz forgive...is it about some teaching to newly born baby, or it about someone going away?
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