...as time passed by her character overshadowed her looks He neither cared about the way she dressed or the manner she switched to with others
By Muhammad Iqbal3 years ago in Poets
A MESSEGE TO THE TEACHER thank u teachers for your guidance which made our future dance. you taught us to read and be a crop rather than weed.
SOLITARY CAN BE SO BEAUTIFUL🌜✨ This moonlit spring night appeared to be so beautifully serene and clear, Especially while I was gazing upon those countless glittering stars...
Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain, living a life with nothing to gain, Surrounded by darkness, overwhelmed with shame.
I M O V E O N I stand by myself whatever it is, And that's my liberation of course. I start my battle first with my friends,
Stranded. I came to crossroads in my life! Do I turn back? Go straight? Turn left or right? I feel real empty deep down inside.
• The daily battle • It is the darkest, deepest place one can travel to alone, A solo journey filled with struggles and groans.
Let a poet love you... Be a poet muse And never be his ruse He will shower you with words like tears from above, And give you unusual feelings, you have never felt like love.
Not Page through that book To get to the nooks That inspires that hooks Book that ticket To fly to the skies In that little skit
The Rose and the Cloud In the drying sand On the firing land Where the rays of the sun Makes everything crumble and burn
【Why do I write, sir?】 Haven't you ever wondered, when Mozart composed all that music and Michelangelo sculpted and brought the dead back
Life goes on like a streaming river, Where you watch its water moving down rapidly, Fallen leaves of memories move along it,