Sorrow Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

Sorrow



The sight shines with light,
Light where shadows arise.
Yet before shining with light,
Tension free cast a soul.
If the sun rises from a long lying,
He rises with tears.
Sorrows rise first before joys,
Through end ends all ploys.
First sorrow is the last sorrow
First is always last.
Happy middle, lack for joyous cradle
And sorrow first from middle.
Sorrow surpass joys we boar//
But joy after lying.
Dying sorrow lying,
Joy upwards flying.
Joy borns new,
Surpass before few.
Sorrows sacred
For us in world.
By bearing sorrows
Joys sacred.
New from old-
Old from new.
Light suffers, the light from God
Lights of the world, sorrows to hold.
Through dying is joy
Whose lying with joy.
A bright sun’s sorrous joys
A ploy for making best joys by God.
Sorrows last, sorrows first
In breathing from first to last.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kafil Uddin Raihan 24 July 2009

By bearing sorrows Joys sacred. New from old- Old from new. Light suffers, the light from God Lights of the world, sorrows to hold. Through dying is joy Whose lying with joy. Excellent poetic view......

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