I have often wondered,
what is it to be a poor?
An empty vault, a broken heart,
or my complacency to remain at the shore?
Is it the lack of what I could've got?
Or is it the consequent melancholy that follows life?
Or is it to see some other folks, rich?
Or my desire less glory that bestows life?
Is it a queen which can never leave you?
Or is it the city's unpaid whore?
Or is it the nothingness where you could find,
the infinite glory in being a poor? ?
By - Bijay Poudel
ღ∞ ι ωιll αlωαуѕ ¢нσσѕє уσυ ∞ღ
waalaikuum salam truly awesome wordzz
shariin
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some people are worth
melting for....!!!
..(olaf)..
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very nice
Ik Muhabbat ko amar karna tha.....
to ye socha k ..... ab bichar jaye..!!!!
Nice
پھر یوں Ûوا Ú©Û’ درد مجھے راس Ø¢ گیا
nice
walaikumusalam
very nice poem
Beautiful poem
Sun Yaara Sunn Yaara
Tere IshQ Daa Cholaa Paaya
umdaa
تیری انگلیاں میرے جسم میںیونÛÛŒ لمس بن Ú©Û’ Ú¯Ú‘ÛŒ رÛیں
ک٠کوزه گر میری مان لےمجھے چاک سے Ù†Û Ø§ØªØ§Ø±Ù†Ø§
lovely poem
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