The Birth Of A Poem
When I feel hard,
I hold my pen,
It runs soothily
Like the water in the river,
Or wind passes sweetly.
Words from heart
Come out through our lips,
By and by they collect,
On my notebook I see,
A poem is born.
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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