Treasure Island

abdul razaq

(august 10,1971 / faisalabad, pakistan)

Woman


Woman
Is the central figure of the universe
Woman
Has many good characters
inside
All characters are
Noble, pious and great
Woman
Is so deep I think
More than
Sea
May be
We could not explore
How much precious, great, noble, kind-hearted, pious
patience, tolerant woman is
Woman
Is greatest architecture in the world
Woman
As a mother, sister and wife
Worthwhile relations
In this world
These
Are true characters
Infact
Woman
is spring
Of
All features

April 10,2008
abdul razaq

Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008

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  • David Desantis (4/10/2008 1:07:00 PM)

    Very very true. I for one know that I spend most of my time chasing that spring! Awesome poem my friend, you have true talent. (Report) Reply

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