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Author Name: Freehashmiabbas 5 Comments
Date Added: May 23, 2006 07:05:36 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The days that were bore upon

From sunrise to sunset and forth

Caused the dark tone

‘Melanin is not to be blamed’

The skin adapted the biased outburst of sun

Wrinkles running deep, not forced

But, eventually become part of the character

Looks like the traces

Which are left when someone crawls in failure

To cross the desert

Desert unending.

Eyes not shut but dives so deep

That until you follow them down

The belief is not conceived

Lost images

Dreams and identity insignificant

Dry as the oldest well in the village.

Lips grouchy and glued to each other

That shall never open even if offered the drink of life

Ashamed to display

The rows of fallen teeths

And the rough and tasteless tongue.

Hairs on the face here and there

Ignorance not, but the zest is lost

Looking good

Is something very scary in comparision

Of feeling good.

Barrenness is at its best display.

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Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on May 27, 2006 06:02:24 AM Report
Such beauty in the sensitivty portrayed in your poem....such beauty in the elder's face.
Mother Theresa shined with beauty such as this.
Ali x
Comment By: FreeGlata on May 24, 2006 07:43:46 AM Report
Sometimes AGE is not good to us...but the treasures that these older people can offer us in ways of experience and suggestions, are priceless.
You describe the man in the photo so absolutely perfectly with this write, Abbas...Great job!
Comment By: FreeAngel on May 24, 2006 05:09:50 AM Report
Oh the days go by with a wrinkle here and there till we arrive at this stage. Back to being helpless and frail like a baby. Excellent one of your best. Loved the pic

Lov eAngelxx
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on May 23, 2006 11:33:02 PM Report
Comment By: Freecyma khan on May 23, 2006 09:22:45 AM Report
very true this is life...n we have to face this stage also..
gr8 words
keep writing
God bless u


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