its just that only a poet can undrstnd a poet , n hope u too..............
Took birth with open eyes,
And saw the early skies.
A lady came with curly hair,
And I experienced the mothers care,
Saw a bird,
Spelled a word,
And for the first time was unheard.
But thanks thee god,
For what you did,
You made my life happy and splendid.
Now at least someone's there,
Someone to care,
Someone's there my mistakes to bear.
As I have learned now a moral,
Never do rest on your laurel.
Emotions are nothing but a blunt knife,
Make them sharper to solve the mystery of life.
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Poetry by zeeshan
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Written on 2006-08-30 at 10:34
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mystry of life
Took birth with open eyes,
And saw the early skies.
A lady came with curly hair,
And I experienced the mothers care,
Saw a bird,
Spelled a word,
And for the first time was unheard.
But thanks thee god,
For what you did,
You made my life happy and splendid.
Now at least someone's there,
Someone to care,
Someone's there my mistakes to bear.
As I have learned now a moral,
Never do rest on your laurel.
Emotions are nothing but a blunt knife,
Make them sharper to solve the mystery of life.
copyright.
Poetry by zeeshan
Read 573 times
Written on 2006-08-30 at 10:34
Tags Life
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