Shape Shifter Poem by Miran Ishaq

Shape Shifter



Only God knew what he meant
when he stained the paper.
He thought of his days as well spent
when he embodied the words as a shape shifter!

You once said that the poet forgot what he meant.
Well, I'm obliged to say
that truth is the eternal beauty leaving everyone content
but lie is the rainbow deemed to fade away!

Sunday, May 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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