Morrow With Sorrow Poem by Bhavik Bamania

It was a Thursday morrow
Come into my life with sorrow
It looks to be quite breathing
As outside there is drizzling

But it was a dark morrow
Full of Sorrow
As it were starts
With series of conflicts

The first conflicts of series
Is between my relatives
For a piece of land
Which makes morrow sad

In the beginning I was sleeping
Peacefully onto my bad viewing
Sweet dreams and Lost
Inside my dream’s frost

But Suddenly my sleep interrupt
Due to loud noise of conflict
As the loud noise came to my ears
I woke up with terrible fear

Then follow the noise I too reached
In the ‘Battle field’
It seems they throwing dirks
From their mouth with bricks

From their hands audience delight
That got the perfect sight
For early morning entertainment
That’s why no one came to stop the fight

Finally after one hour this drama ends
As Both party gets tried
They have no more capacity to treat
With insolence so both party retreat

This is just a start
As there is lots more to forfeit
My happiness
And Turns them into sadness

As for whole day I bore
And feeling very alone
But Suddenly I heard a voice
From my soul who come to give a message

The world is full up single minded
As all are money blinded
They move there life
Because they thought money is our wives

If they fails to survive
They simply choose to die
As they don’t know
The rule of earth

Similarly gloomy days are followed by the happy days
As full moon nights is followed by sunny days