Maybe someone has built a house
At the frontier of my heart!
For several days, slipping through my fingers,
I have lost the sleepy night!
The roaring sound of a child is being heard,
Amongst the pensiveness of my mind.
There are certain sufferings
Of delivering a child!
Although it is unseen, it is true,
For having the heart of a human being.
The stirring words are 'REVOLT'
And they devote themselves to the deeper meaning of 'POETRY'.
Perhaps! The prolonged pang is to be ended,
Or maybe! The 'SOUSE' dream of flying
By the chariot of literary addiction has to be fulfilled!
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is what I defined as Poetry!Thats All.
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Comments2
A good write which deserves a second read - I'll take another look later.
Sir,You are Great! .. Glad to read your comment.
Thanks Mottakeenur.
A beautiful poem. Vivid and poignant.
Keep writing
FineB
Thanks for supporting me in My Poetic Side.
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