My Poetry Poem by Mohammad Younus
My Poetry
My Index Finger moves on the wall of phone,
And writes down the ideas that sprout up in mind,
And, having conceived, moves on and on - without stop:
To write in poetry or prose what crops up in my mind,
My heart never agrees to conceal or cancel...
...even half a Line,
Every word of it is a clear sign of the Truth,
No falsity and untruth can wash out a Word of it.
MyKoul
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5/1/2024 11:46:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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