When I look into the eyes of little children, who are Ill and i treat them as doctor


Your eyes make me cry

I look into your eyes
That are innocent
They are mirrors
Of your soul
In which God looks into
Your pains and helplessness
The pain of your illness
I know you can't explain
But smile little friend of mine
I am here to heal you......



Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-02-19 at 12:43

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