Why so disturbed I am?
Why does my garden of
joy turn so pale.
Why do I live with so much pain?
Why lifeless and morbid
is my serene dale?
Why my ocean blue
is now black?
Prevails an uneasy calm,
With no tidal waves of grace.
Where has lost my fairy tale?
Why does the smile vanish from the lips?
And the dimples hide in the
cheeks of my sweetest belle?
Yet, let my heart bleed
And remain in pain.
For good and forever.
An ultimate gain of
A true lover,
Who is hit by a hate-sharpnail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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