My Name is Zahra,
A name that my parents gave me,
Like flowers growing on a tree,
Waiting to become those beautiful,
Pink, little, and delicate flowers,
Wanting to be nothing but perfect
My name, my name,
Feels like a soft pink blanket,
Wrapped with hues of ethereal pink
If my name was a sound it would be soft,
And written in bold pink letters
Family is important to me,
They named me,
Cared for me, loved me
My religion is my culture
I represent my Culture
The future for me is bright,
Bold, radiant, lush,
Like my name,
In the future my name will be remembered,
Remembered for who I am,
For who I was
Nice work, Zahra!
Very beautiful poem like your name.
Well done 👏
Keep writing
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Excellent poem Zahra, well presented, keep it up my best wishes
Thank You all!
Good Job!!!!
Can’t wait to read your next one.
Keep putting your thoughts on paper.
Lovely poem indeed! Keep creating. Looking forward to reading the next one!