is it like a sore on the elbow
that itches and one scratches
and it itches more?
and so sorrow sits in one’s heart
and one feels its spread in the chest;
and perhaps one sits looking at the passing clouds
or perhaps one lies in the shadows
as one observes one’s pain
An excellent write Raj. There nature and scope of the sorrow is the content of this poem. From heart to chest sorrow spreads its shallow and we become... Love with 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write.observed we are indeed, full of sorrow 10++