Cheese spread
on chunky bread
engenders painful
reveries.
Sleepless, I
thought of you
being blue.
I love laughing
analgesics; making
fun with words,
cannot determine
does it help you
too?
I was agog when
correspondents claimed
I pained by
writing much:
Do I cause you
pain also? No smile
in your replies;
the gauge to see
does laughter ever
help? I want to
cheer, can’t interpret
such neutrality.
Solid silence required?
I'd miss the stimulus -
a sacrifice on your behalf.
Sharing thoughts until
you say desist; I fear
to hurt; please order
quiet if you need
isolation for due
restoration of a
wounded soul.
Can't endure uneasy
desperation - I
want to help…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If that is HIS will, none can help!