Usman Anwar

Freshman - 770 Points (Islamabad)

Roots - Poem by Usman Anwar

From hour to hour, we met and met,
From heart to mind, we feel and deject.

The hostile is the fate and fame,
The poor gradually becomes the lame.

We hug to show, from blame to row,
We lit the fire, what we feel is dire.

Hatred is common and love rare,
Love is concealed and hatred is bare.

The virtue is forgotten and the evil is practiced,
The friendship is cursed, the enmity is mesmerized.

These are the dress, these are the boots,
These are our base, these are our roots.

Topic(s) of this poem: society

Form: Couplet

Comments about Roots by Usman Anwar

  • Musawir Raakh (11/9/2015 10:53:00 AM)

    Good one Usman A, loved the rhyme work, keep it up, I invite to read and rate mine (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 9, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, November 9, 2015

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