Her Imagination Poem by saad mustafa

Her Imagination



I steer her,

with the musing eyes,
trying to know my fears and affairs,



but she was half the innocent,
not the innocent,
bitter was she


suffering from her girlish nature,

but just like the child of a new born age........

Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: tragedy
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 02 September 2015

Nicely written, Saad!

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Gajanan Mishra 02 September 2015

child of a NEW BORN Age.

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