its not just a poem , but carries tons of feelings...........
The peeping stars,
Are crying aloud,
Their falling tears,
Are making me proud.
A golden ball,
With magical flare.
Is tearing his hair,
Coz of despair.
Watery bodies,
Are starving with draught,
Not would have they imagined this,
In their most dismaying thought.
But today I feel,
Like the prince of times,
Not just a ruler but,
The lord of rhymes.
Coz now that this nymph,
Is only mine.
Even a slightest spark feels,
Like a celestial shine.
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Poetry by zeeshan
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Written on 2006-08-30 at 10:53
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The peeping stars,
Are crying aloud,
Their falling tears,
Are making me proud.
A golden ball,
With magical flare.
Is tearing his hair,
Coz of despair.
Watery bodies,
Are starving with draught,
Not would have they imagined this,
In their most dismaying thought.
But today I feel,
Like the prince of times,
Not just a ruler but,
The lord of rhymes.
Coz now that this nymph,
Is only mine.
Even a slightest spark feels,
Like a celestial shine.
copyright.
Poetry by zeeshan
Read 537 times
Written on 2006-08-30 at 10:53
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