Friday, December 21, 2007
I have no clairvoyance
but a pondering sense.
I have couple of bright eyes
but i cannot see sometimes.
Flowers are fragrant
yet, we must be careful
that not every flower.
We should be good men of future
but not victims, to be sure.
Printed in The Light of English Magazine.
Labels: poem
1 Comment:
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- Unknown said...
December 21, 2007 at 11:27 PMBeautiful poem
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