Disciple Poem by Ahatisham Alam

Disciple



Perhaps they know nothing
Reality that is a hidden fact
Always looked worrried
Not slow to quick react
Shy, serious, simple and smart
Happiness in grief thy art
Unlike another yet the same disciple...

Sunday, November 24, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: grief,happiness,smart
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