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behroz ahmed ali
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Iam a young and beginner writer. So what do you think about my following poem.
Soft and purely transparent drops of water were dripping over a mighty rock.
“Crackle, crackle, crackle…”
was crying the potent rock in a whisper.
That lest any one hear the painful whimpers of the rending rock.
No one must experience the strongest in the strengths
splitting,
tearing.
Seeped the limpid drops into the very depths of the crack.
While the strain buried in the very core of its chest.
The sun soared in the heavenly sky,
And dived back when nights were nigh.
But one day
Swiftly could penetrate the luminously golden solar rays
through the deep gash torn
And portrayed the shattered shadow of the broken rock
Now even the stony heart was not stone enough to hold its violent emotion.
The heart was ripping.
The extra gentle drops were slashing the rock as the sharpest sword.
The body was not strong enough to hold its figure.
And then…
The rock burst to yell out all its extreme strain
for the first and for the last time
from the very depth of its heart.
But the death,
but the heartless death
soon choked him.
That yell,
that extremely pleasureful yell,
earsplitting “Crack”
echoed to perfect silence.
This is my first poem
Soft and purely transparent drops of water were dripping over a mighty rock.
“Crackle, crackle, crackle…”
was crying the potent rock in a whisper.
That lest any one hear the painful whimpers of the rending rock.
No one must experience the strongest in the strengths
splitting,
tearing.
Seeped the limpid drops into the very depths of the crack.
While the strain buried in the very core of its chest.
The sun soared in the heavenly sky,
And dived back when nights were nigh.
But one day
Swiftly could penetrate the luminously golden solar rays
through the deep gash torn
And portrayed the shattered shadow of the broken rock
Now even the stony heart was not stone enough to hold its violent emotion.
The heart was ripping.
The extra gentle drops were slashing the rock as the sharpest sword.
The body was not strong enough to hold its figure.
And then…
The rock burst to yell out all its extreme strain
for the first and for the last time
from the very depth of its heart.
But the death,
but the heartless death
soon choked him.
That yell,
that extremely pleasureful yell,
earsplitting “Crack”
echoed to perfect silence.
This is my first poem