i am sure,if there be anything in this poem wherein i have raised myself beyond the ordinary lowness of my happiness,i ought wholly to acknowledge it to the favour of being admitted into your kingship poetic excellence.tnx Abdul Ghanee saeed for a wonderful poem for my lowly self. By the craze of an honoured bait, swells hasten to his fearsome self, master brewer, settling for seed of fate; a queenly face bethroted to Fate itself. Oer the ripples of an olden desire does chime bells, telling of a birth -- of the descent of Venus, another one robed in myrrh, glamour to sight. Hail the touch of honour done the hearty loath of Hadi.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 11:31:52 +0000