I am in my lonely courtyard
Wondering on lives bombard
Those made me look retard
Then came a lovely postcard
It’s my loves wedding card
I read its content very hard
With my spirit of diehard
And looked at churchyard
While smiling on the reward
I just received from my lord
I walked on the muted ward
Along with lives broken word
Which my heart can’t discard
Slowly realized it got scarred
That works as my lifeguard
Now I have no regard
Felt life is like a schoolyard
Were I should play and guard
From the lives blackguard
And to make myself starred
It’s my learning from tarred
Made my heart like shard
Even to rise from graveyard
Pal I learned to safeguard
Myself from this world’s yard
amazingly put, life can be hard but you still need to try to live your life no matter what, Loved the simple and amazing message! ! !
This is amazingly expressed indeed sir.. I mean very moving and touching.. your feeling are very genuine, sensitive people are the most humane people friend! ! good.. lovess Shan
Hard truth, hard to swallow and difficult to digest.........but time is a great healer and one day you will laugh at your infatuation or love or passion or whatever it is. Heartbreak last as long as you want and cut as deep as you want.........cheers.......
like a stick yard...measure without end...life has to survive, even it hard and dangerous....a life to an end, it’s the truth.....never leave but, fight a good fight and let every thorn unfold as life goes to reach the point of no end....it’s breathe taking poem....God bless.....a 10 +
Really a hard truth to derived from the court yard and grave yard...lol! though a nice, , , , very nice poem...Thanks 10+++
''It’s my learning from tarred Made my heart like shard Even to rise from graveyard Pal I learned to safeguard Myself from this world’s yard'' excellent poem.10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life's hard truth. Painful as it sounds, life goes on. At times when you are all alone you wonder, why is this happening? Destiny maybe. You are not sure anymore whether to pull the shutters down, but life my dear friend goes on..............