O’ my heart
You are a wanderer
Life is a journey
Destination still far away
Days of childhood and teenage
Are just for once
Those old days and old stories
Are nothing but things of the past
Million storms are hidden
But eyes just don’t shed anymore
Say whatever you want to
They don’t laugh or cry anymore
Without someone being around
There’s no joy or sadness
But have to move on
As there’s no stopping
For the poor beating heart
Blog of Hammad Rais 
Enjoyed that poem Hammad! It was amazing!
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Thank you so much, Carol 🙂
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Liked you poem Hammad. This looks like a ‘still’ from ‘Memoirs of Geisha’, a film I enjoyed very much.
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Thank you very much. I haven’t watched that movie but heard about it, which means that I should watch it now 🙂
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It’s a lovely film.
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