sometimes in love we've withn our brain thoughts and our own ways and plans for life which becomes victom of reality's ruses....
Some thing that's my power
And something that has serenity's shower
Onto the uncovered wounds of dignity.
I err always and forget too, this tact of sly humility.
Some body's thought is eerie to me
Prancing always in mind to find some glee
But not this world can be let on
By humming in its ear--- an untrue song.
Reality is a cunning bird
That is the dweller of unsound world
It sits upon and gazes my every hope
Whatever I think wherever—it certainly drops
It catches---probably it knows
I keep on sauntering after a stranger soul
And that it negates as refers its foe.
Poetry by Amna Ehsan
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Written on 2009-03-16 at 12:36
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The Ruse in Love
Some thing hidden is rustingSome thing that's my power
And something that has serenity's shower
Onto the uncovered wounds of dignity.
I err always and forget too, this tact of sly humility.
Some body's thought is eerie to me
Prancing always in mind to find some glee
But not this world can be let on
By humming in its ear--- an untrue song.
Reality is a cunning bird
That is the dweller of unsound world
It sits upon and gazes my every hope
Whatever I think wherever—it certainly drops
It catches---probably it knows
I keep on sauntering after a stranger soul
And that it negates as refers its foe.
Poetry by Amna Ehsan
Read 990 times
Written on 2009-03-16 at 12:36
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