Cotton Cloth Poems - Poems about Cotton Cloth

...For there is no need to be afraid of the wandering lover There is no need to take cover For he can stop the rain For he will be like morphine to the brain Each of his movements shall be li......Read the rest...

...At this lonely hillside road I feel the aroma of nature from the shading trees at the roadside. No stench, no garbage dump here the aroma I felt long ago today i inhaled deep into my heart. ......Read the rest...

...Life on earth having, so much of worth Situations will never be as smooth cotton cloth You must fight untill your death Life is an unpredictable microbes broth You think of few things, expect man......Read the rest...

...She bows her head in utter shame, As once again she realises that they’ll never know her name, Because she’s not significant enough to be remembered. Strolling down the same old shattered walkway,......Read the rest...

...bang on the midnight hour she woke from her terror suffocating her eyes popped out of orbital spheres nerves exposed and dangling tears in front of the truth not that long ago she had dan......Read the rest...

...Cradled in her loving arms, Swaddled in his cotton cloth, Still Born. Her piercing cries split through the air, Thundering, Echoing, Behind those heavy doors, the sterile corridors. Deaf......Read the rest...

...The Monk Poet Anjali De Nandi ( Mom ) The Monk lived in a hut in a village It was the last part of the village Side of it - there was a river His age - was 65 years ; the oldage He was a Bengal......Read the rest...

...Barely eight and avid of pure spirituality, I frequented the garden of a monastery with marble statues reminiscing their glory; silent eyes of cold stone--their untold story. In this cloister, ......Read the rest...

...To sow a poem Pick your choice of seed or thread Cotton cloth or fertile soil bed Don't forget to hem The last line with style, a good end Is like a port of arrival when The voyage through water, and......Read the rest...

...Loving only you is never hard to do Your breath so soft like a small cotton cloth your hands so strong like nothing could go wrong your arms so tight yet your grip is light your fingers inter......Read the rest...

...the bed was small, she barly fit the poka-dotted comforter, a gift from her father the bookcase above the bed supported by two concret blocks strewen with books big and small stuffed animals abov......Read the rest...