Cry Poem by Mansoor Mirani

Cry



Whistle like men,
Shivers fast,
In mouth between lips.
It thinks to fly,
But problem is,
Wings he has not,
Helplessness in his cry,
When whistle blown,
By system of bad,
Air was thrown.

Thursday, July 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Cry
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Akhtar Jawad 04 July 2014

Nice idea. Liked it.

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