I stop my finger
Under the world ‘’wonder’’
And spell its each letter
Like I peel a fruit
A smell of life I get in my nostrils
Before I complete the first syllable
Each letter is a layer
Paves the way to form a phase
Till I reach to a syllable
To have a pause
Before I take the stress
The sound it produces
Resonates with the tune of life
Casting a deadly spell upon me
Whose grip will never loose
Till the string of surprise is cut
And I i am put to rest in grave.
Comments on your poem ''Spelling'' Commented on 1/7/2014 8: 52: 00 AM by Sara Kendrick Great work..The work itself cast a spell of wonder..Sara
Yes to ponder n wondr n research is so encouragd in Islam. So yor poem is wondrful bro poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well-spelled sentiments about life! Liked it!