Tuesday, October 12, 2021

Desolation Comments

Rating: 5.0

Where's the cure to one's heartaches, for one battered by sorrows?
Who's there to comfort him and to shower love on him?
Arise, O Self, go and sit under that singed chinar.
You have no mother around under whose garment hem you would nestle.

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Mohammad Younus
COMMENTS
Sylvia Frances Chan 13 October 2021

Yesterday posted and Today chosen, amazing and WOW!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 13 October 2021

Congratulations being chosen by Poem Hunter and Editors.as The Member Poem Of the Day

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Sylvia Frances Chan 13 October 2021

Fascinating poem, most deserving to be chosen as The Member Poem Of The Day. I have enjoyed very much.5 Stars full

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Chinedu Dike 13 October 2021

An insightful creation nicely put together. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched...

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Aarzoo Mehek 13 October 2021

May Allahs mercy embrace the whole human kind. Very touchy poem.

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