Treasure Island

Md. Asadullah

(11th july)

Mercy


Mercy in small
peices broken apart.
Each of equal size
in hundred parts.
Ninety nine remained
with God unsent.
Only single part for
creation was sent.
Yet enough to show
mercy to each other.
Want to see then
see eyes of a mother.

Submitted: Sunday, February 23, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 24, 2014

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  • Tanya Gupta (2/27/2014 5:12:00 AM)

    very very well writen poem with beautifull sences about mercy.please come and read my poetries also (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (2/23/2014 10:39:00 PM)

    , In the eyes of a mother, you can see mercy in all its depth and width! After God, I too believe with you that a mother is the most merciful on Earth.... Enjoyed this cute little poem! (Report) Reply

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