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The Daisies

She is sweet as the daffodils,
More cute than the teddies,
Talking to her seems like,
Fluttering are daisies.

She looks like a queen,
Who laughs like babies,
Seeing her giggles seems like,
Smiling are daisies.

Singing songs, composing poetry,
Are her main hobbies,
She writes them but it seems like,
Speaking are daisies.

Knowing that she’s happy,
Dismisses all my worries,
But when she’s sad it seems like,
Dying are daisies.

By : Yousuf A. Ajabshah


I am a student, consumed by wanderlust. love to travel and explore, both the world and myself. I can't resist my love for new words, I'm a keen logophile. I love to do things which yields felicity. Having a profound intimacy with music, it's the only thing that can lure me back to tranquillity. With a blazing desire to carve poetry, I believe scribbling my thoughts into words brings me peace of mind. It revives me and makes me enlivened.

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