Wind's blowing so sweetly.
Cloud's rolling so intensely.
A mother owing in play.
Arms stiffened legs restlessly.
Which seems too steeply.
To fly born this happily.
By a whisper noiselessly.
Beggar pictured poorly.
Shops even staged spectacularly.
We busy with horns loudly.
They said to seek precisely.
Whose there so luckily.
A stadium star sharply.
Flag's up to the skies mercilessly.
Fainted face Aleem Nasir ?
All ended so hectic fairly.
Where a person fast secretly...
@Aleem Nasir✨✨
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Author:
Aleem Nasir (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Running behind the triumph.... wasting time and wealth unknowingly 🤧.
- Category: Reflection
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