Treasure Island

Fatima Obaid

(19 december / Rawalpindi)

She was the Hunger of luv


Whenever she looked up and down
she found nothing except tears of pound
she just needed love
she just wanted to love
she had no fear of life
she had just tears in life
she broke her wishes again and again
she broke her emotions again and again
no one loves her
no one care her
she walked all the nights in the search of love
BUT! she found nothing except tears of ponds

Submitted: Thursday, October 24, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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  • Muhammad Ali (12/21/2013 12:37:00 AM)

    very emotional poem. Allah is the well wisher and the Great Judge. Here or there, she will have a love filled heart and life.
    Love and peace sister. (Report) Reply

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