By Zehra Madiha
The Salty-fresh joyful tears on trophie's golden sheen was kept on an empty shelf
Trophies started to multiply and so did greediness to win that ONE
The shelf space started to decrease & so did the number of tears on each trophy
That ONE was WON,
With NO JOY, NO TEARS
By Zehra Madiha
❤️
Amazing👍
Your words are making me think about the way i lived my life and way i am gonna live on. After reading this i am not sure what i want with my life anymore but atleast this poem has started the fire in me to find what i want. Thanks.
Your writting style is excellent and thoughts are very excellent 😊
Calming and inspiring