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Would That I Were A Sap Of Flower
Would that I were sap of flower,
In their veins, I would run with power!
The flying bees fly in search of me,
Would suck from the veins with glee.
Remaining in the mouth of bees,
Transformed in to honey I would be.
I would wait restless and sad,
Waiting to heal, make some one glad.
By
Dr. Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi
PAKISTAN
See Spring See
The spring is here, look around,
Flowers are blooming on the ground.
Beauty is dancing everywhere,
Birds are flying here and there.
The severe coldness has gone away,
The soft breeze comes again today.
Children run out with cries of delight,
The beauty of Nature is a fair sight.
As it is a pleasant weather,
Children want to play together.
By
Dr.Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi
PAKISTAN
Short Bio: Dr. Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi Islamabad, Kahuta, Pakistan.
He is a bilingual poet and writer. He writes in English languages. He is an active member of various literary and creative platforms. His writings are part of several international and national magazines, journals, anthologies and newspapers. He has won many awards in his write ups.
