akram saqib

Freshman - 571 Points (14 APRIL / SAHIWAL)

Warm Palms - Poem by akram saqib

O love don’t be so proud
Come down from the cloud
Waiting you with open arms
Missing your warm palms
Remembering the joyous times
Rhymes and sensuous climes
When they passed on arms
Strange feeling alarms
How much love you showed
How many times we bowed
I stopped you with a tug
Aspiring to with you hug
We embraced so tight
The soul did feel a sprite
But those days have gone
Now I am all alone


Comments about Warm Palms by akram saqib

  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (12/22/2009 4:20:00 AM)


    the tone is quite sad but may you find happiness.... (Report) Reply

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  • Pranab K Chakraborty (12/21/2009 12:30:00 PM)


    feeling of loneliness is the breeding opertunity for a poet. rather you try to cultivate love within yourself behind the fathomless pits of dailyness. poetry is with you. you rather personify her to love and to be loved as a muse. clouds are of far reach. hang those images.
    apoet bangla
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  • (12/19/2009 3:20:00 PM)


    If warm palms could touch a loner's heart?
    Akram, Really sad but it's very hard to fulfill a love?
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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 18, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 27, 2010


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