ummtaalib Posted February 2, 2015 Report Share Posted February 2, 2015 As an ornament do they adorn me; Yes, they keep me and sometimes kiss me. In their celebrations they recite me. In disputes they swear by me. On shelves do they securely keep me; Till another celebration or dispute, when they need me Yes, they read me and memorise me. Yet only an ornament am I. My message lies neglected, my treasure untouched… The field lies bare, where blossomed once true glory Wrong is the treatment that I receive So much to give have I, but none is there to perceive Source Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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