A place for you to rest
I cannot stop cursing myself
For not giving you
A better place
To rest your head
Than this frail frame.
What rest will you get from it?
Assailed by storms of endless desires, envy
Worries, aches and pains,
Heir to only a meagre slice of joy,
It grows old and weak,
Itself seeking a shoulder to cry on.
In my weakness, I fear to lose the will and love
That hold me to you:
The light in my hour of darkness,
The armour when I am besieged by doubts,
And the resting place when all hope is lost.
But you said once, that you will be happy
With whatever I can offer you:
Old, weak or ugly,
A leaf, a flower or a road side blade of grass.
I have therefore made of this heart
A place where you can henceforth
rest your head.
Mohabeer Beeharry's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (A place for you to rest by Mohabeer Beeharry )
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
William Ernest Henley
- What my heart says, Gregory Kelley
- More, douglas scotney
- To the Apple Green, Peach Blossomed Skie.., mary douglas
- Qoute # 5, Is It Poetry
- The Impolite Proprietress, Terence G. Craddock
- Love, Melissa K Vigna
- It's Over, Melissa K Vigna
- The Rider, Melissa K Vigna
- Party, Melissa K Vigna
- Wonderland, Melissa K Vigna