Oh my heart,let's go to the world,
World,where minds are bold,
Where birds are pecking on the bows of trees
And fragrance diffuses with light-blown breeze,
Where light breaks the magic of the dark
And beauty seems where up to the mark
Wearied travelers where get some rest
And ply the melodies,hear to the best,
Where Eyelids calmly fall on the eyes
Dreams of the one get wiser and wise.
Earth makes a classy painting on the sky
Where flowers take birth and fly
Moon surrounded by galaxies of stars
No one familiar to the world of wars,
Humanity is the only religion
Love reaches the nooks of the region
Oh my heart!Come with me
Oh my heart!Come with me
Light is around then dark for what?
Leave the dark,call dawn to cut,
Though with you,heart alone inside
Tell me the one who denies
Will exit the world,want to live no more?
Heart is hollow want to find its core!
It's known to me the world of charm
Which gives the one an endless harm
Have left the home to find myself
But i got world,full of elf
Visiting the world is a dream of 90% population in the world, Everyone want to visit the world even me also but few people have opportunity to fulfill this dream.
Hi Engr! Taking an interest in world around you is a way of showing that you care about the other living things that inhabit the world together with us.
Anyhow a beautiful poem.. Thankyou for sharing..
very interesting poem. will be waiting for the next one.
Ahhaa wao Munazza your poetry really inspiring. Nice lines about nature, I like it.
Wow Amazing you are very nice you tell us very nice things
Every person in his life have the dream to see whole of the world less his time.But some people can only achieve that goal.
See my comment in your other poetry post.
Read your poem aloud to someone else - if you can. You start to build an image and then it stutters. I keep saying this to everyone - read the poem aloud, listen to where it fails and where it soars. Be your own most damning critic - if you want to improve and you are not just writing for upvotes.
Most people who fail as poets, do so because they think poetry needs clever or smart words and images. It doesn't, it needs to speak from your heart to the heart of your reader. Don't let cleverness get in the way.