RUBAB ATWAL


Her Daughter Rolled Tears of Death


A mother with her daughter sits devoid of anguish
She doesn't realise that before even welcoming her in this new world
She might have to say goodbye
Though I believe that the girl smelled the stench of death
And the girl began to cry
The mother wished for her to stay
But the evil society made her it's prey
And she was hugged by death
The mother was silent with her daughter who rolled tears of death

Submitted: Wednesday, December 04, 2013

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  • Dinesh Nair (12/6/2013 4:39:00 AM)

    'Even before welcoming her into this world she had to say goodbye'... so sad to hear.
    Note the seventh line.... It is its pray... not it`s pray as i`s means it is....
    Don`t write pessimistic or melancholic poems alone Rubab, go for happy writes too. All the best. (Report) Reply

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