27 december 2011
Poem
Poem
I wrote some lines in a way of vacant thoughts
But when I saw them together,
Emerged like a deep sensed fact
Tightened amid of those words.
No music in the lines
No sounding rhymes!
Still I call my writ lines
A poem, a poem of all time.
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