Pains don't last forever
Sorrows don't make it to the end.
But for the time they are and when they leave,
You are not the one whom had the God sent.
Its not easy to hold yourself,
It really is not.
Life is a slaughter-house.
And you feel as if a battle is being fought.
The day starts with a fake smile,
The day ends with a sleepless night.
People can't see the inner pain,
And you hold back your tears with full might.
The crowd seems indifferent to your pain,
And you call God merciless.
The irony is when your tears make others' smaller,
And you are termed heartless.
The stern face and the fixed gaze,
You are praised because you are strong,
While your tears want to flow.
Flow and prove them wrong.
Sometimes tears bring a smile on your face,
And your heart craves to be silent.
But you - - you can't be so.
For you don't know what will make you lament.
Yes, its tough to be tough,
And stop your tears even for a while,
And then pull yourself back to the present,
Just, just to fake a smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for giving me the extra push to see beyond the pain. A fine write! I invite you to read my poems as well. PEACE