The Broad Guaged Poem by Hasna Ghulam

Thriving the acts,
That brought us the sunshine,
Away from the mist,
Of the yore,
The course Man,
About gaiety,
Shows us the blare,
In his,
Upon dignity!

The immortal figure,
Flames with glory,
For his presence,
In nature
Feels warm,
As if in a blanket!

The words of his,
Are soft with decency,
The words that come out,
From the depth of his heart,
Which feels the warmth,
Inside by me...