It had been spit upon, crushed and kicked hard,
At times been mocked at by them, abused&barked;
It's nothing else but my insane, blindly modest heart
To which I myself have squeezed and pierced a knife so sharp,
That blood gushed out vigorously as though,
The hidden feelings froze while all its dirt had a powerful flow.
It was no new to me but a well-practiced art,
That I had oft been doing when the did depart.
Blessed they shall be who had hurt a poet's heart,
A heart full with grief, gloom and silence apart.
Had I not been a silent damsel,
I'd have yelled out, barked and screamed as shrill as hell;
But it's my silence that makes me bear,
Those 'Deep Sobbings of my heart which no one can hear'!
'I am poet weak in words,
A chick lacking in allure,
A dam as bad an eyesore,
A neglected piece of God's work,
Yet who stands firmly strong, patient and stubborn! '
Very impressive write, Naima Ansari. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Blessed they shall be who had hurt a poet's heart, A heart full with grief, gloom and silence apart. you have painted a picture of your pain through words and expressions.. a fine poem. thank you dear poetess. tony
Hi Naima, This is the first time I have come across your lovely poems. Happy to have! Very poignant write. Profound thoughts. well worded. Congratulations. A 10+++ just added to mypoemlist so that I'd come back for a re...
Powerful and great, a lovely poem..................................................
ThankYou Akhtarji😄 and thanks a lot Miss Roshni! I would be writing more with your blessings bestowed on me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pains of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
You are always welcome, Poet Louis! Thanks for this appreciation.
You are always welcome, Poet Louis! ThankYou for this appreciation.