When the soft mild eyes sore
The moment is pleasant no more
The heart strings does not play
The song of beauty is no more heard
The mood is feeling dejection
Headache begins to violate
The laws of peace and brain
The nerves feel sever pain
All is well but not well again
Thoughts are captured by dismay
Nights comes in the bright day
Day suffers with the night's gloom
And happiness vanishes from the screen
Then hold your pen and write
The story of your sorrows and fatigue
Converge your words on a paper
Like roses on a bunch hanging down
Feel yourself in nature's hands
Select colorers of your dream
And make a bunch of rosy words
To hide the thorns of frustration
A really nice piece, with much merit in the complex thoughts which engulf us sometimes, although obviously this specific track is from the writer..i found the changing rhyme ran comfortable with the subject in hand but was a bit difficult to read in points...tyvm and plz note this is just my impression...the last two lines are the perfect tie up...tyvm karen
Roses are my favorite flower, Rosy words, perfect. Never thought of words as flowers but I love the idea.and the image, the thorns of frustration, great description of this psychological devastator. Excellent poem, sets life's mood and truth. Only Poetry can say so much with so few words.-
A great poem......I cud connect it to so many moments of life simple n perfect....
congrats deserves to be the poem for every individual.....inspirational....10/10......write ur pain and dissapointments colouring them with shades of ur dreams.....very useful trick...
A great poem and wonderful ideas and messages through it. Irrespective of these frustrations and sore eye we will go forward, and make the world beautiful for a better tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent poem, i love it