Poet:


BOMBS MAKE US MUM


There are bombs
Here are bombs
World is like
An arsenal
Peace and harmony
Are closed channel
Safety and security
Are just aerial
Terrorist strike
In all annals
Diplomatic world
Exchange banal
Poor is slaughtered
Like a mammal
All away bombs
To keep us mum

Submitted by saqib.

Your Soft hands

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When you’re soft
Hands Sprawl,
The Delicate fingers,
And cover all
My face, and
Correct the bands
Of my hair,
When they comb
Into my locks
They Wash away
With the palm
My pangs, agonies
And pains with
Their
Delicious warmth

The rain of emotions
Creates commotion
In my heart
In the passionate rain
Of the
Of your palm

Submitted by saqib.