A Casual Write
Infinite people in this big world:Would be writing the same feelings as I do,
with their individual ink of love.
So common is this love yet so rare.
So worthless is this yet so precious.
Giving one's own words
of dripping sentiments
is not as easy as to write a diurnal article
of petty pains
The pains, that this certain diction holds
is slaying every moment.
Its something that comes out with yearnings
of un manageable fire--- set by an unknown lighter.
Even then the words carry worth of dearth,
Being unread and excused by the addressee.
Poetry by Amna Ehsan
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Written on 2008-07-15 at 12:37
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