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Voice Of The Grave

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Oh! my daughter, Oh! my son
Don't forget me beneath the sun

He made by me, She made by me
With in a span you come to me

Children will cry, Neighbour will cry
Towards the sky when sole will fly

Person will measure with lengthy thread

Of your bodys length and breadth
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Voice Of The Grave
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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nice and emotional heart touching poem.... nice rhyming too

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Aarifa Almas 26 April 2016

Very alerting message for all is present in your poem.. Good write Affan. Thanks for sharing n reminding us bout the grave..

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Abderrahmane Dakir 06 April 2016

Nice poem about our deeds in this life embedded in our children. It's our result in this life. Thank you Mr. Mohammed Anas Affan for this poem.

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Raymond Farrell 06 April 2016

I like the honesty of you sentiments but do not be chained by rhyme and structure because they can impede what you are trying to say.

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Dimitrios Galanis 04 April 2016

A very good exrsise to form nice verses.

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Khalida Bano Ali 25 June 2018

The final destination of the mightiest men, we should think of it during our lives.

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Unwritten Soul 06 August 2016

Powerful write....when life is given death will waiting at its end...and we are toward that time :) Keep it up

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Kelly Kurt 25 July 2016

Very nicely written, Mohammed

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Billy Loving 22 May 2016

nice concept - English is a little rough

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Oceanna Lary 04 May 2016

that's intense....... i like it

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