Jinal Oswal (26/05/1989)
Poems by Jinal Oswal : 8 / 39
A heart turns to a stone
A mother starts hating her child
A father sends his son to exile
A flowers is crushed by someone
A wife lives a life like that of a nun
A laborer life is in despair
A doctor runs a hospital which cannot be repaired
A baby is all alone at two
A tree is still growing at twenty-two
All these things a are a matter of pride
Before that, does your heart listen to those innocent cries? ?
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Jinal Oswal
Submitted: Friday, January 27, 2012
Edited: Monday, February 06, 2012
Poems by Jinal Oswal : 8 / 39
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a great poem.. Xcellent write..
A great poem packed with emotion.
A fantastic write.
May few drops of innocent tears pour the sympathy to all listeners...and
A mother never hates her child but sometimes need to get strict just to teach them
A father also never do bad things for his son unless it just to let him see something
A flowers is crushed by someone but it cant stop from flower to bud new again
A wife lives a life like that of a nun but her husband maybe act like priest..but normal family
A laborer life is in despair...because money? but rich man is despair because enemy?
A doctor runs a hospital which cannot be repaired but as long as there is a patient it worth to run...and government if they care about their citizen then doctor can smiley care for them...
A baby is all alone at two but at two and half is no longer alone...crying is ringing a bell
A tree is still growing at twenty-two...flowering and fruiting for all loyal living with them too....yes we listen to their cry and we proud that we all worth for any reason..so smile_Unwritten Soul
i keep on thinking all these things are matter of pride and yea tis true pride has brought us all this scourge... great poem Jinal.
Great poem Jinal......liked it.
Thought provoking write, good poem!