Husband And Wife Poem by Muhammad Nawaz

Husband And Wife



Slowly and gradually we have grown,
Colour of hair has turned brown.

No friends; no relatives; we are alone,
Standing on a shore like a bone.

Alas! without virtue, life has gone,
No hope before us for getting reborn.

Thousands of good chances we have torn,
Oh God! praying for spiritual reborn.

Friday, May 24, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: family life,husband,life,wife
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