Beauty Poem by Mohammad Ilyas

Beauty

Rating: 5.0


Moon rose, stars shine
with all that I played

every right I heard
I instantly obeyed

they sleep, they enjoy
I woke and I stayed

that grips and that whips
the picture that swayed

did not enjoy a song
or chirped, cried or brayed

He, who made thy face
is worthy to be prayed.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lee Sharon 17 June 2008

a beauty of kinds very nice

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Nibedita Deb 29 January 2006

wonderful...Thanks. Nibedita.

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Mohammad Ilyas

Mohammad Ilyas

Chitral, Pakistan
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