A Riddle Poem Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK
A Riddle Poem
A riddle poem
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Nodding a polite face
On a chilly December evening
It warms you up
Close to your glossy-dull surface
Of your skin, it cuddles up
Through your fingertips
It laces to make a nest in your heart
And claims younger lungs at last
It rings around your face and nose
And seduces you to its addiction close
Its prey your delicate mind becomes
As after your oxygen it runs
It's the black child of a white father
A wingless bird flying
Even to clouds further
Closer to it you come, you shed tears
Spending for a moment with it
Makes you feel cool and collected
As in ignorant bliss you are left suspended
But the longer the company
The greater is the chance
To be withered at its hand
Now tell me what it is, my dear friend
great way to present a riddle...........good message.........great imaginations.......thanks
such a wonderful poem on silly cigarette..........................marvelous...
Fantastic riddle. I read it but since I couldn't guess, I didn't try the riddle. Now answer is known. Beautiful way you have asked riddle. Loved it, and kept me guessing....
It's the black child of a white father A wingless bird flying Even to clouds further A beautiful riddle poem! You have given such details that would make anyone curious! Shall I give you the answer? Is it cigarette and its smoke? ? ? Quite a clever write! Top marks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 5:08:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The greater is the chance, to be withered at its hand.....very beautifully composed a riddle poem and shared. Great work and excellent writing.