Riddle Poem Poem by Talha Cheema

Riddle Poem



Unseen by others but you can’t remember
Wild fantasies explode even in mid-December
Anything can happen but only your there to see
Not always nice and what happens next is a mystery
This thing has no size and no apparent shape
It can give you a shock like a bite from a snake
Throughout the day you always think about it
But you can’t remember all merely just a bit
What is this thing? Only can be answered by some
Even if you’ve figured it out, tomorrow there’s another to come

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Wahab Abdul 18 December 2011

very good poem, very nice would you like to read mine

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