Embrace of mother earth
is but caress of silk.
The touch of timeless time
is sweet like mother's milk.
The darkness here doth glow
engulfed in dancing rays.
There are no horrid nights,
no dragging weary days.
A whispering tender voice
enchants a lullaby.
Some cherubs, pure and chaste,
frolick in yonder sky.
Like infants we doth sleep
Like soaring birds doth rise.
'Tis hard to measure mirth
through inference or surmise.
Let me forget for good
the pangs that I endured.
Adieu! O brutal world!
I cannot be allured.
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Yeah it makes it all nice and sweet the calling of the grave. Good imgination.
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Susan John
Thank you very much indeed for your appreciation of the poem. May Allah bless you!
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Love this...
Great descriptive narrative, rhythm, rhyme & flow...
Great use of metaphor & wordplay...
Powerful, profound, tender & serene with just a hint of darkness makes for a captivating & emotional read...
I love poetry that makes me feel & this did...
Well penned, well versed, Well done!!!
Keep up the good work...
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Fritz O skennick
Your comment is comprehensive, encouraging and inspiring. I value it and thank you for your time and appreciation. God bless you!
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Oh wow. This is very powerful, yet serene and strightforward at the same time. Flow was spot on, no spelling errors. You also didn't over-use the rhyme like some poets I know, sometimes, myself. Good write.
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Evinde
Your comment is highly appreciated. I'm very grateful to you.
Rahi
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