Why is the life like that?
It has no taste..
Everything goes bad and everyday is like the day before
As if we are doing copy and paste
The daily routine is killing us.
It doesn't want to go away. It is a massive cuss.
We are trying to change our boring life.
But we failed in changing this jive.
Everyone wants to cry.
Everyone wants to die.
I am asking God to spread the hope in our hearts
And make this feeling quickly departs.
We need the hope
we need to cope
We need the help from God
before the patience rope be cut
I hope the lethal routine will end with the bliss of loyal resurrection of love and plastered with peace.I dunno if Gulf people understands Hindi a bit i will chant two lines for a nightingale 'Suhaani (pleasnat) rangat (colours) ab(now) yeh(this) chha gayi hai(having an ambience) Yeh(this) duniya(world) khoobusrat(beautiful) ho gayi hai(it has become) ' A 10 from me.
Look! ! I kept searchig for words to say but I didn't find any word to express my really deep feeling about your poem I can't say aby thing except....................NO COMMENT.
yes, i hate the routine.........and i tried to express it in a poem but i couldnt.and you succeeded!
It is so nice that in our depressions we look at God....... and more nice when we look at God with confidence! Honest work dear friend and keep it up! !
We need the hope we need to cope We need the help from God before the patience rope be cut....we need his blessing for all the purpose to make our life beautiful n energetic....10
lovely lines but don't be negative... life without Hope is nothing! ! ! ! keep your Hope alive!
I love it! ! ! i think noone could ever express this much feeling in a poem more than u did in this poem! ! thanks for sharing
everyone want to cry everyone want to die..................hmm, Merna You have realized some truth of life............but it is not an eternal truth..............life also has bliss in it's kitty, though difficult to find but not impossible..............a good work......keep it up.............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'We need the hope we need to cope We need the help from God before the patience rope be cut' Good one Merna, but you know, losing hope is a sin? No matter how hard the things be, never let the rope cut. And to get out of this 'copy/paste' feeling, you should go and spend some time away from buildings and cement, in nature. Listen to the ruffling leaves, singing birds. See green and colorful. Thanks for sharing