This is the first time I try to make a poem. I hope I am not too far away.
The bells are ringing
calling closed doors to open
the child does not want milk
tears won't dry
The bells are ringing
Many of them are afraid
Nights are long
The cry of that child is so loud
They want survival, who cares?
The bells are ringing
hungry birds fly helplessly
in the cloudy sky
The space is not enough
Weak wings stop to flutter
The bells are ringing
Tears are still dropping
But their shouts still linger
In that cloudy sky
The widows sing silently and
The bells are ringing
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Bahut shukriya! Matlab, mera kam acha hain? I really appreciate that encouragement, my dear good friend. If I find another push, I might convince myself to carry on. Thanks again Sonu!
So nice dara and good try is
Naha nahi janab Mishaikh, main tumara udass aur gussa nahi chayei. I want you to be happy Mr. Mishaikh. You are the last one I need to see unhappy. Thanks, for your sentimental comment!
It is a warning for mankind, if not warned then everything will be destroyed.
Thanks dara for making me sad.
Hello Sir Dara, those bells signifies many things to me based on my comprehension of this poem, like agony, death, trouble and sadness. Is that what you're trying to imply or that's how you feel right now?
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