Memories Poem by Jahan Zeb
Memories
Memories
How hard it is to depart,
Seeing her breathing her last,
someone whom you were a part,
In moments becomes your past,
hoping she recovers and go home,
from that dreadful deadly ailing,
How painful it is to, about, roam,
To get the divine favor and failing,
Feeling every night she calls,
sensing her soft hand on your shoulder,
making the eyes shed and the heart falls,
makes, this rain, the face colder,
But, yet o dear you live and will be there,
In my heart, to free it from every fear,
Jahanzeb
good job friend, some times it will make some body crying.....keep it up »so close«
But, yet o dear you live and will be there, In my heart, to free it from every fear, i hav'nt any world 2 describe what i am feeling right now after reading this poem...amazing
A very nice poem, i like the poem very much for its content and treatment of the subject.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/17/2024 11:53:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
its very good man.why did u say that it will have many mistakes..ur expressions are very elegant.