My Soul’s Torn Apart, O God! Poem by Yasmin Khan

yes i know all about that

Every poet enjoys this bliss of pain or the eccentricity of pangs inexplicable. Your soul is never torn apart and Yasmeen, you too are just experiencing the short spell of a poetic eccentricity when you write on and the sweet pain we may experience is comparable to the pain of a mother giving birth to a much awaited baby of her own. Anyways, it is a good write, ,

A universal message to the smokers that they puff and make whorl as a style and at last they lost in the puff through the whorl they pass away thank you a heavy poem one must read thanks a lot such poems are immediate required we must try

' I puff away my life'........ If that realization comes, it is easier to come out of the quagmire and lead a meaningful life and not a death in lfe existence! A poignant write Jasmeen! !