Here is a poem I wrote about the boy I love. It doesn't rhyme but it doesn't have to to be a poem. Send یا تبصرہ feedback.
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To me, Will is مزید than a name. This is what it means to me:
W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.
I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when آپ spare me a small glance my way.
L is for the look my penetrating eyes give آپ when آپ turn away from me; when I want most for آپ to stay close to me.
And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational love I feel for your soul.
Without you, my دل is silent. آپ arethe only one who has touched my دل and it will always be yours. آپ are my only love. I've left my دل with you; look over it closely. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. آپ are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.
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To me, Will is مزید than a name. This is what it means to me:
W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.
I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when آپ spare me a small glance my way.
L is for the look my penetrating eyes give آپ when آپ turn away from me; when I want most for آپ to stay close to me.
And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational love I feel for your soul.
Without you, my دل is silent. آپ arethe only one who has touched my دل and it will always be yours. آپ are my only love. I've left my دل with you; look over it closely. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. آپ are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.
He creeps through the alley ways
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, فر, سمور stained
Mourning over
What his دل once contained
کالر torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one دن a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, فر, سمور stained
Mourning over
What his دل once contained
کالر torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one دن a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?
I can see it now
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
یا what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
یا a new place
یا even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every ہوم to every bus
But we can’t برداشت, ریچھ to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
یا what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
یا a new place
یا even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every ہوم to every bus
But we can’t برداشت, ریچھ to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
I gave it all my strength,
All my power,
All my determination,
All my courage,
I gave it everything I got.
It meant everything to me,
Even though it might not mean anything
To you.
That's why I gave it my all.
It just seems to me
That life is all about going the hard path,
And not the easy path.
But it is obvious that the hard path
Is always the one requiring stamina, endurance,
And all of your power.
The easy path is simple,
Requiring little time,
But in the end,
Your rewards are very little,
Like the time آپ gave it.
The hard path seems مزید rewarding to me,
With the rewards excellent,
Even though آپ have to give it
A lot of effort, and all your strength.
Being a writer requires
Going the hard path.
But I found out it is a very rewarding experience
Just a دن ago.
Cause I gave it my all.
All my power,
All my determination,
All my courage,
I gave it everything I got.
It meant everything to me,
Even though it might not mean anything
To you.
That's why I gave it my all.
It just seems to me
That life is all about going the hard path,
And not the easy path.
But it is obvious that the hard path
Is always the one requiring stamina, endurance,
And all of your power.
The easy path is simple,
Requiring little time,
But in the end,
Your rewards are very little,
Like the time آپ gave it.
The hard path seems مزید rewarding to me,
With the rewards excellent,
Even though آپ have to give it
A lot of effort, and all your strength.
Being a writer requires
Going the hard path.
But I found out it is a very rewarding experience
Just a دن ago.
Cause I gave it my all.
