a poison tree

Arts & Culture Poetry ( Intikhaab & Sho'ra-e-Gupshup)
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I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

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Re: a poison tree

Kia matlab huwa, aap ke garden main ek aaseb zada darkht tha? :hmmm:

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Re: a poison tree

ap ka kya matlab hai :5:

ap ne yeah poem pari hui hai na :slight_smile:

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Re: a poison tree

Sach main maine puri paRhi aur mere zehn main yehi sawal aaya? Actually, I didn't get good taste in English Poetry.

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Re: a poison tree

no i meant phele se parhi hui, before my post

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Re: a poison tree

Ji maine parhi thi auto ke pichhe.............:D

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Re: a poison tree

Nhai.. main poetry boht kam paRhta hoon aur English poetry to boht hi kam