How cute are our names,
That begin with the same alphabet by big O(Orphans) :
Belongs to same Mom
And same Dad:
No scientific history do we have,
We all have same blood group O(Orphans) :
Either XX or XY,
No one calculates sex by going sad:
Our eyes are our dreams,
No one there who stands beside O(Orphans) :
How lucky we are,
Keep on furnishing all these by getting glad:
If, Spoons and plates form a family,
How we all have a large family of O(Orphans) :
Voices of our loved ones,
Is the real essence of life, beside going earthly mad:
Tears of ours,
Swept in forming the emotional chain of O(Orphans) :
Shall, there be a canvas of our colours, Which shows the fragrance of what we have.
Tears of ours! ! But, there is hope ahead. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Yup, there is hope ahead and will always be there. Thank you so much for appreciating my piece of work.
Tears of ours, Swept in forming the emotional chain of O(orphan) : Shall, there be a canvas of our colours, Which shows the fragrance of what we had: sadness lingering in the soul and finds expression through verses..... thank you dear poet. tony
Thank you so much for appreciating my piece of work. Thank you once again.
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No scientific history do we have, We all have same blood group O(Orphans) : Either XX or XY, No one calculates by going sad: What a great truth dear poet that you are writing..... yes we are all here on earth orphans......... thank u. tony