Mansoor Mirani

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Cry - Poem by Mansoor Mirani

Whistle like men,
Shivers fast,
In mouth between lips.
It thinks to fly,
But problem is,
Wings he has not,
Helplessness in his cry,
When whistle blown,
By system of bad,
Air was thrown.

Topic(s) of this poem: Cry

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  • Gold Star - 44,158 Points Akhtar Jawad (7/4/2014 2:07:00 AM)

    Nice idea. Liked it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 3, 2014

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