As It Was Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

As It Was



In a small little village all types of toad
With their coaxing voices with unwanted load
They want to play dirty with their style, mode
Useless little ninnies just want to erode

Poetic excellence and literary merit and style
They were debarred from light for a while
Hence all their useless struggle and toil
Explicitly determines, they are not loyal

They are shameless creatures devoid cause
They are but a broken empty vase
With their very many inherent flaws
They don't enjoy fragrance, as it was

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow

Sunday, April 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: artistic work
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