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Colorful Toys And The Doomsday

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I listen to the call for prayers in the mosques,
I listen to the bells of churches and temples,
In front of my eyes is an asteroid sent by my god,
So you are going to end this sinful world, oh my lord!
I am an old woman and my daughter-in-law is in the labor room,
How happy I was thinking I shall see my first ever grandchild,
I was sure he will come out of her mother's womb like a rose bud,
Pink and soft will be his skin and his cries will be low and mild.
How happy I was, soon I shall be a grandmother at an early age,
I had seen my grandchild in a an early morning sweet dream,

Sucking his right thumb in my two arms' staring at my face,
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A well crafted and conveyed poem.

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We feel the great fear and wonderful love of family vividly depicted in this beautifully crafted poem. Yes, the coming of doomsday is like a sword hanging above our head ready to strike anytime

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Dr Dillip K Swain 26 July 2021

A colourful poem sir! Thanks for sharing! !

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Robert Murray Smith 26 July 2021

An exceptional poem.

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M Asim Nehal 26 July 2021

Fantastic poem after a long gap, worth reading your poems everytime.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 25 July 2021

To my Favourites. I will read this brilliant poem time and again. Thank you, Akhtar Sir!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 25 July 2021

Most pleasant poem to read this morn. Excellently worded and loveliest rendered. I have enjoyed very much, Akhtar Sir.5 Stars full on Top! Marvelous poem. Very interesting

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