Aftab Alam

Gold Star - 39,822 Points (15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

Grief 1 - Poem by Aftab Alam

All have seen me walked on the rose bed
Where as I walked on prickly thorn
My thought, ye born within unborn
Illusion! I warn you, vanish before red


Comments about Grief 1 by Aftab Alam

  • Gold Star - 10,101 Points Heather Wilkins (6/23/2013 2:42:00 PM)

    along with the roses will always be thorns. nice write (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,844 Points Wahab Abdul (6/23/2013 10:14:00 AM)

    terific, my thought born out of unborn.. what a poet should tell more... love it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013


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