My life is like a hell
And poverty is its heartless guard
I keep on asking myself,
Is it because of a curse?
The days I have left behind
I don't want it back
The days that are ahead
Make me more worried!
I have got a life full of love to give
But there's no one to take it
So my heart seems to burst
Like a balloon with too much air!
God knows what's wrong with me
My efforts bear no fruit
As if I am drowning in quicksand
And there's no one to help!
Well expressed frustration.Search for the positives and restore the joy of life to your heart. There is so much to enthuse about and you will see it in your poems. At the same time continue to be honest in the expression of your emotions.10.
This poem is full of emotions and I can feel your frustration and desire for happiness. I feel your pain :) Tiana xx
It is good but I found the crushing burdern of depression. I suggest you go through once Auden's Time is the refreshing river in which he gave a fitting reply to the all pervasive sense of defeatism in the poetry of T.S. Eliot.
Come one Asif, dont be this down my friend, you rich with creativeness in hand could be it can solve some of your problem, you creativity can create a channel for some value there...Sure there must be something we can fix to get life be better...and before we getting better we will meet pain...and we all have no exception so keep high_Unwritten Soul
Asif.. Too much Sorrow and pain of poverty in your poetry.. i understand that and i am sorry about it try putting more words to it.. cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed reading your poem, alike I have been working on a write as such but not in the exact manner. Keep on writing for the days to come will bring us more to jot.