Not being loved
Other hand, Love betrays.
Disgust for lust
Suicidal Hearts.
Not being cared
Other hand, Care spoiled game.
Fury for callous
Sullen Hearts.
Not enough to spend
Other hand, Money buys atrocity.
Terror of hunger
Frail Hearts.
Not being healthy
Other hand, strong hits to wall.
Agony of sick
Ailing Heart.
Not being a winner
Other hand, winner loses composure.
Jealousy of looser
Burning Heart.
Pains are thrillers of Heart
Makes one rich in inner Art.
Tales they reveal are lessons in Life.
Wealth of all, Aching Heart.
Whether poetry or prose
Prominent is pain.
Take the best out of it,
Else, you will loose the wealth.
-vidi-
18-04-08
an ache in the heart makes one turn inward, and out of that comes wisdom, forbearance. pain is inevitable but suffering is optional. thoughtful poem Vidhi
aching heart- a wealth; its a matter of perspective. it makes some creative others just sit and whine some drown sorrows in wine. but Vidi philosophises and makes a virtue out of it in her inimtable style i read and ponder a while. Mamta
.... whether poetry or prose/prominent is pain.....; i dont know how can one write without PAIN? ? ?
Aching heart is really a wealth...well said Vidi...a heart aches, for it feels...and that way it tries to shed a lot of grief...would a granite stone feel any ache? Good poem well composed...thanks...10
Aching heart.........a wonderful remarkable title for a poem. We should make our heart joyful.......then only it will generate and generosity comeout. When the heart ache increase in quantum........we may loose our wealth, yet as a poem I do agree with the rhythmic and beautiful presentaion. Many a thanks for your kind sharing.
an ache in the heart makes one turn inward, and out of that comes wisdom, forbearance. pain is inevitable but suffering is optional. thoughtful poem Vidhi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what if the wealth is the wish to cry your heart out, the petals we should blame the breeze for. should the labor lost be hanging on our children this poem gets more entangled against its wish truly surprising me more and more