Roodaba Shah<span class="bp-verified-badge"></span>
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Shrivelled flowers
replaced by fresh blossoms
Vase old, same room
let in a new day,
Of night’s stillness
soon broken
Ringing bells, bursting revelry
Moon old, the same sky
shone with new hopes-
In a flash, a day vanished
into nothingness,
a year ashes,
An unusual passing away
where no grief,
no eyes misty
the demise
everyone rejoice
with sparkling wine
Glasses old, same mortals…
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Beautiful as always!
Thank you dear💚
Beautiful poem
Thank you Mam
So beautiful 💚💚
Thank you Sonali💚
Beautiful
Thank you💚
True!
Roodaba, beautiful , profound poem. 💚💚💚
How little changes, how much remains the same.
I’m glad you felt the expression Moonmoon💚
Beautifully put!
A very positive note, beautifully expressed.
Thank you for reading it💚
Demise of the old year
Beautifully penned
Thank you💚
Beautiful
Thank you 💚