Her heart was bleeding..
I know this is only coz of me!
I know only me could heal her wound.
But how could I get wounded myself.
Now I feel the pain would be less
If I can bear it myself, hidden with my smile
I don’t know if I could get myself betrayed.
Else shall I let the pain revealed!
Then will it be worse? I am perplexed.
I don’t have a good vocabulary..
It seems you are getting bored.
But it is the same feeling with me
I could express with different words.
I always expect you would catch…
My sob, My tears, My pain, but you..
Always cling to your part!
But you make me strong and self driven.
I admit to my self, I am bit mad.
May you feel you were right or
May you leave this unnoticed…
What I did was always shown
In the midst of some storm!
Well dear, storms just come and go; after testing human endurance!
such a poignant composition...i loved your last lines decribing yourself...10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To conceive of life without difficulties is an existential absurdity. Storms appear and disappear as nothing is permanent besides change. A good piece of poetry nicely penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing.