New post from Arina Asgar
GOLD Of HER LIFE
An unadorned gal having nae daydream of own,
Fam said sound to this or that vocation;
To them never she said nae;
For all their bidding she give a nod.
She relish the versatility in her pen;
But there's no rose without a thorn.
The world are green with envy to her fate;
To which her kindness is the bold riposte.
She nab the masses owning hate;
Then inaugurate the hidden snakes.
While quashing stones on the struggle bus;
Gold of her life hugged the Gal.