Mehreen Mujeeb

Rookie - 20 Points (4th November 1993 / Lahore, Pakistan)

Wasted - Poem by Mehreen Mujeeb

I waste my nights
In visible tears.

I waste my days
In invisible tears.

It's the kind of waste
I cannot recycle.

The kind of waste
I cannot reuse.

The kind of waste
That won't diffuse.

The cause of the waste
Is me
If there is no more cause
There will be no more waste
The world may be a better place.

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Comments about Wasted by Mehreen Mujeeb

  • Mohd Shujaath Ali (5/2/2011 6:11:00 AM)


    it s nice poem with a small concept but its has no symbol and theme in poem. try to write well in a clear idea (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 2, 2011


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