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My Angels

My weary brain keeps me awake
A constant fiendish fear grabs my face,
Is she thirsty or is the fan too high for him,
I wish I‘d rather die in every ache,
Which intends to inflict you my angels!
Take me and tear me apart,
And bring every grief on to me,
But don’t unfortunate them…
A greed has taken me and
All I wish is to farewell the passions,
Because I want to give you the world,
By little I have, by work,
I have my heaven living in the next room,
Lord keep them always in bloom.





(*i call my momdad my angels)

Copyright © Hina Nasir | Year Posted 2015

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Beata Agustin Date: 12/8/2024 11:00:00 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed. Login to Reply

Poet Destroyer A Date: 3/17/2016 12:42:00 AM hina nasir, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing you're poetry. LOVE LINDA Login to Reply

Skat A Date: 1/14/2016 10:12:00 PM HINA, Awesome write, I really like this. Forever ** SKAT ** Login to Reply

M. Shahid H. Chouhdry Date: 8/29/2015 3:20:00 AM I'm back, to tell you that you're writing beautifully. Very perfectly written. I can see and feel your affection for your parents. Nice work. Login to Reply Hina Nasir Date: 9/5/2015 4:11:00 AM SO GOOD TO have you back ... gr8 ! tnx for commenting ya hope you are doing gr8 :)

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri Date: 8/20/2015 5:41:00 AM Wow a unique way to address n write about parents, they are our guardian angels indeed, nice of u to think of that! Thumbs up. Login to Reply Hina Nasir Date: 9/5/2015 4:12:00 AM thanks zainb :) :)