Honny Zubedi

Freshman - 524 Points (Jan.30th.1961./Jun.4th.1982. / Karachi, Pakistan.)

Kity. - Poem by Honny Zubedi

Oh this lonely life of mine, it's a pity,
And without your love, it's a disgrace;
I silently cry, but you are n't aware, Kity,
As of Autumn on the Spring, there isn't any trace.
Though why is it so, nobody knows,
Why don't you love me, when I do;
Only it's natural and it happens so,
That people who understand this are very few.

Dated: 01/15/1979.

Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness

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  • Captain Herbert Poetry (4/24/2014 7:52:00 PM)

    A true message from your inner heart (Report) Reply

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