to the pit feeling when all does not go well
Why have you come to my door?
Presenting enough and some more
Have you to wrench at my core?
Your various hues, I am sore
Battled you long in a day
Struggled to act as you may
Venting ire in such ways
Beg you to please do not stay
Presenting enough and some more
Just why have you come to my door?
Your various hues wrench at my core
I am sore, really sore, very sore
By aryaindia
Author's comments:
Something makes me sad..............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem