If I could know my sorrow is for whom
I would tell you I cry for whom.
I stretch my hands for whom in vain
I think of whom to get more pain
As if I have sold everything
Without getting a price or gain!
I ask myself time and again
Who is the one behind this pain?
The thing that all call happiness
I play it like a flute sometimes
I don't want it, the music says
I don't want it, the music prays!
Really much pain...too much emotion stained, nice dark poetic n beautiful one_Unwritten Soul
Really a great poem...n I like this one! ! ! Top marks! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice one............. ''''''''