Forlorn Poem by Onon Sarker

Forlorn

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Fortune remains veiled with some instinct
Which baffles everyone to be distinct
Seeking chance to reflect the rays of hope
Helping vehemently to turn worldly mope
Acting as a media like transluscent
Making hazardous in the thought of innocent
Some fuzzy moments always make concerned
Making torpid and scrupulous about world
Fascinating and dreamy world become foggy
With extension of rigorous dejection
Separation from the noteworthy nature
May be paved the way for dolor
Extremity is the consequence of forlorn
Which makes a man dull and lorn.

Saturday, January 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 04 December 2017

A refined poetic imagination, Onon. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 24 January 2016

Extremity is the consequence of forlorn Which makes a man dull and torn That way extremity of any type is always dangerous. It is always better to eat sugar by being an ant little.

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