A Poem Dedicated To My Murderer Poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir

loved the title If you strike a dagger in my chest Do ponder Air has no body. Air is flow Of running seas of life It's a long story Which has no beginning And no end. I like this

this is a really tone peom i like it alot

Air, like the testimony of truth, can never be vanquished. Excellent analogy here, Naseer! Warm regards, John.

Air you can't see, air is something untouchable, incorrigible that's right you can't murder air otherwise you will die too. A very good idea, well penned.

I think its a sensation: But for the loss in translation. The original conveys the real emotion, Separating it from the commotion! A belated Happy Birthday to you, Naseer! Cheers. Subroto

very nice. I hope air is immortal, but somehow I doubt this to be the case. I give you air's lifespan might seem immortal compared to a human life. In the end I am of the beleive that the sun is going to kill everything on this Earth; by the sun balloning into a red giant star out to Mars. If we, and I mean the human race cannot get along for a comman good we will die as if we never were! ! ! thanks my friend

Your work is very good and I hope you continue to write. Thank you!

You are a very tallented writer...this work is amazing. great job!

Ok this too is really good. Come and read some of my poems.... Ruthy....... please.

The vivid and important message of your poem is amplified by the power and clarity of its language.