Closed Words

Closed Words short poem

Uploaded by Naaz Fatima Khan

An astonishment and a try..
A tear of smile and a happy cry!

Sudden jolts and a turnback..
Smooth steps and a rough track!

A hope of beginning when end arrives..
When inside the ground a seed strives!

How long is the journey and the time,
The distance ignored,matters the climb!

No hands to hold and words untold..
When owed I nothing and life is sold!

Destinaton less and vaccuum air,
Love is stolen in that war unfair!

Looked down and I felt betrayed..
I am no more on earth,I am ground engraved!

Why the red turned blue and my soul is frozen,
Doors are melted but the origin is closen!

No sun,no rays,no spark,no glares..
Pain reaches to the sky,unreached are prayers!

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I won't call myself a writer or a poet. In simple words, Iam expressive in my own ways. And it comes out of me unasked! I love to connect with the happenings or the people around and love more to express and write about their untold part of stories. This is not somethin my mind does for me but this defines my soul. My soul connects with the stories of universe and through my words I want to touch many lives, many souls!!
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Slie
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I must say i was very touched about dic poem… its real did touched my heart… well done

Akshay Hanswal
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Very nicely penned..

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