How many
how long
will you burn?
Until all sorrows end
I have no other way out.
All blue may turn dark
I don't care.
Don't they see I am burning sorrows?
Other day
this old man whom you see sitting in tiny stall
gave me a cigarette and said
'Burn your sorrows
and here it is in concrete.'
A nice story well articulated and nicely penned to drive home the conviction of the poet. Keep writing and thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Beautiful! Wonderful creativity!