A Voice - Ballade Poem by M. Asim Nehal
A Voice - Ballade
As I went past the mountain, hill,
A voice echoed and said something;
Won't you see my sweetest rill?
I stopped, searched, was there anything
I saw a mockingbird still;
An eagle was hovering to catch,
That's why bird played as ill.
And the voice I heard was a bird's match.
Wow powerfully moving! .. Very beautifully expressed! .. Definite 5 Stars! ................
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5/3/2024 12:59:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Another excellent poem my friend