A mother wearing dark
Black cloth
Waiting, weeping and searching
For her child
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Angels are always with us and we see them in the great and small.Beautiful.A ten
I love your angel. This is a poem for mankind. Lovely work. 10+
In Heaven, we are told, that the angels of little children always behold the Face of God. Written from the depths of your compassionate heart. Ten for you. Warm regards, Sandra
we are indeed all angels till some vice grips us and then mutilates our innocence into something demoniac....all angels falling hiding fleeing....very nice thought inspiring write aijaz....you are blossoming!
Touching....! angels on earth in human disguise but living the same cursed lives...u have great talent and a soft core that pines and melts!
that's so sad and heartbreaking... for me it's crying like you had black tears running down your cheeks.. heartbreaking piece..~Love Hazel
another wonderful composition. selection of words are excellent and words are thought provoking.
I believe by reading more top notch poetry would definitely strengthen your writing.all the best to you in your future writes.
Very good subject. The refrain is apt. Last stanza is very good. Please try to be brief, Ershad Mazumdar often advises me so. If time permits read my old poem MY SWEAT and MY MOMENTS. Similar theme..
Explicitly penned out well about poverty, focused more on little children...a ten.
great one.. well expressed