Pulled down by curses, turned down with mockery
Lies and scams rooted in reverence and flattery
Her admirers were few, often reducing to none
But all noticed her light, brighter than the sun
Her strikes were mighty but skin still tender
Imagination and vision sculpted into splendor
Her soul was a wanderer in a world of machines
Unafraid to be extreme among all the in-betweens
None of these dark clouds can conceal her warmth-
Layered by thick snow from the poles in north
She is pure Energy, approach her in caution
Both her flame and frost are beyond precaution
There is much to like here, but what magnetizes me more than anything is the might of your pen.
Write comment. Great imagination, Pankti. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
A nice write... Keep it up.... I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too....10 Naila
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I would like to translate this poem
my maiden read lovely i wanted u to know may u read my poem mom's smiles so many hhave read it thanks tellur friends its a ellread lovely poem