Poem 1 – Hour 1 – Aymen Zaheer

“A gentle flower selling Lady”

My eyes are bearing
the stance of that lady
Who was selling the little knots
Of love.

She was persuaded everyone to buy
for rekindling the sparks
Of love.

She was amiable from top to toe
give little buds to penniless kids
Just to express familial codes
Of love.

She neither took advantage
nor she hesitated to give
her earning tool in her share
Of love.

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