RUBAB ATWAL


Childhood - Poem by RUBAB ATWAL

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I know what I have with me today
it is the most precious thing in the whole world
I even know that this beautiful road with flowers
will turn into a fragile road with intricate sands
these lively hills will become big stultifying mountains
I have realized everything I have is going to be gone someday.


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  • Gold Star - 17,554 Points Roseann Shawiak (12/11/2013 12:31:00 AM)

    Excellent poem, very well written. At an early age and you already can see the fragile, eventual end. Good ideas. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 9,761 Points Heather Wilkins (8/1/2013 6:48:00 PM)

    a beautiful poem written so well. keep up the good work enjoyed (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,016 Points Geetha Jayakumar (7/31/2013 9:06:00 AM)

    Wow..Wonderful write with good message...Rubab..Loved reading each lines. Keep writing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013


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