seema miah


those are pearls that were his eyes
and the wild wind sobs and sighs
we all conceive the loss of what we love
the frozen wind crept on above
it was almost easy to say goodbye
look at the stars! look at the skies.
my fathers strength was in his eyes.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 16, 2007
Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011

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  • rajagopal haranrajagopal haran (11/16/2007 9:10:00 PM)

    Poet’s strength is to give space to the reader to go for interpretations of his own; yrs is such a poem; it will weigh down any human heart-great poem - God Bless you child

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