She Has Fallen Ill Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

She Has Fallen Ill



May she get well soon,
A heart so lively,
And kind,
And beautiful she is like the moon.

She talks like a baby,
In a manner so cute,
An endless storage of stories,
Are there in her psyche.

Oh God! Relieve her from her pain,
She deserves to shine,
Like a rainbow,
Over and aver again.

Her smile is matchless truly,
Touches those nearby,
Her mind is a mirror,
That anyone can see clearly.

May God be merciful,
Taking away all her agony,
From her heart and soul,
May she remain ever beautiful.

Monday, December 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Md. Ziaul Haque

Md. Ziaul Haque

Sylhet, Bangladesh
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