Ali Adamson


Jungle...


Mind is like a tree
Questions are leaves
There are thorns on a tree
There are flowers
Leaves become pale in the autumn
Flowers may shed!
... or be snatched! !

Submitted: Tuesday, November 09, 2010

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  • Sallam Yassin (12/25/2013 2:51:00 PM)

    beauty and ugliness in good and bad
    sin and grace dwelt in a same soul
    the death is the swift taker of all
    in a paleness of times/ share and bright (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (12/19/2013 12:53:00 PM)

    this one inspired me to write something on almost the same pattern!
    a good poem!
    thank you Ali bhai! (Report) Reply

  • Zoya Khalid (12/17/2013 12:30:00 PM)

    u don't waste a single word and the idea is fully expressed....well that's great...Read ur other poems as well...ur writing style is impressive. (Report) Reply

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