My Life Is Meaningless Poem by Suraiya Helen

My Life Is Meaningless



My life is like a tree
Without fruits and flowers,
Nobody come to me
I am waiting for years and years!

I can’t give anything
To anybody in this earth,
I can’t harvest any field
And nothing I give birth!

I can’t do any good
For this world
Even I can’t stop any
When they quarreled!

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Gregory Pierre-jerome 03 June 2010

not true..check your inbox....u are special.....read beauty of a princess on my list

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