Parents Love

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Love is blind,
And has no mind,
To think of any greed,
It is one which is in every breed,
I believe this,
Without any miss,
Because my parents started loving me before they saw me.

A huge figure came,
From some unknown name,
To hold me in her arms,
And brought me near her charms,
She held me warm,
Like I was a heavenly form,
Actually she is.

Then a kiss on my face,
Softer than a bread,
And put me high in the air,
As if there was a fair,
That was my father.
Who has always been as a sepal,
He protected me from the world outside.

How can I ever thank them?
Of my life they are the true gem.
Last edited by AnzaHussain on Fri Jan 07, 2011 7:43 pm, edited 4 times in total.




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AnzaHussain wrote:On the dying verge of night,
When everything was to be right. (There should really be a period here.)
I was walking with my friend,
Away from the trend, I think you should add a word to this line. It just seems to short to match rhythmically to the rest of the poem.
On a road which had a stillness,
And people who? were up to silliness,
for the year which was on its path to bid goodbye. What? What? Again, I say what? Wait...What? Oh, I think I get it now. New Year?
On the path we saw a girl sitting alone on the side,
We asked from where she belonged or was she to hide, What? I think you might have worded this wrong. It just doesn't read right and confuses the reader.
She kept herself still,
As if she would kill. the rhythm here doesn't sound right. I think you should either lengthen those two lines or add a third.
We went on our path… (Unneeded. There is no need for an extended pause here) when? suddenly my friend came in front of my face,
A smile and she fell for another race, (This line confuses me.)
A face I saw at some distance in the lighting in the sky,
And ran from my friend saying a bye? (Goodbye?).
On reaching home I realized,Oh! What is this, what happened?”
And my eyes got dampened,
A bullet had stuck my dear friend which was sent as a token to me,
But why did she see. See what? This kind of leaves another spot to confuse readers.
The next morning I read,
Though all over me the guilt fed? (Don't like the use of this word here. "Read" would sound better but I guess since you're already using it above you wouldn't be able to use it.),
“Dumb could speak . (period)"
Could this be?
The girl on the street,
Was one of its breed,
Who was thin and boney? (First, this confuses me, mostly because you have it written like a question when in fact it's not a question. It seems to me to be a statement. Also, it just doesn't make any sense. It seems to be all haphazard.

On the death account of my dear friend gave her testimony, I would condense this if I were you.
But I never said a word about the night,
And now I can no more fight,
When the voice asks me … “Is she a dumb? (I would refrain from saying "a dumb". It sounds as if you're grasping for words that rhyme and still have rhythm.
Who spoke without a numb? (What is a numb?)
Or are you a dumb?
Who could not even give a word of justice for your dear friend who died for your sake?” (Again, condense)
All I could say to satisfy me (Grammatically speaking, this is wrong. It should be myself. But, since it doesn't rhyme, I don't know what to tell you.),
“It depends on how you see,
And I am not coward just being practical.”
By not a hiss,
Putting so many lives at risk.
By Anza hussain[color=#000040]



Okay, I'm sorry if I sounded mean throughout reviewing this, but I was just not too impressed by it. I was confused the whole time and nothing made sense. It seemed you were making up word meanings just so then you would have a rhyme. Again, I'm sorry, but this needs a lot of work.
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This was a very good poem. I could visualize every part.

I was a little confused at this part

AnzaHussain wrote:
Then a kiss on my face,
Softer than a bread, This part doesn't really make sense, and also it doesn't flow with the rest of the story. Maybe you could try finding another word.



Other then that it was an awesome poem. Good job and keep writing
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Hey! This could be a great poem but it needs a bit of tweaking. I think the main problem is that some of it is worded awkwardly. It seems like in places you changed the words around to make it rhyme, which is great if it still makes sense, but sometimes it just doesn't sound quite right. I think you need to read it out loud and see which parts interrupt the flow. And don't compromise on grammar for the sake of sticking to a rhyming scheme. The image of bread also seems a bit out of place. Not bad though, it just needs a bit of reworking.
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