Wish Poem by Muhammad Navid Ahmed

Wish



Harsh winds bowl,
breezes sigh,
then silence—
Ere the fast approaching storm.
Deep within something grows,
Withers....
to grow again,
Why can’t things remain,
sometimes!

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Mary Jane Lacsamana 30 January 2005

nice...really nice...

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Muhammad Navid Ahmed

Muhammad Navid Ahmed

Dubai, United Arab Emirates
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