To C. P. Sharma
Does always truth hurt
Savvies who invent
Distanced as dirt
As trickers comment
Mob is innocent
Does believe easily
By heart he relents
Fights truth zealously
Good fruits rarity
Weak candles in a storm
Ignores them society
Yet they're the top norm
Doomed heretics
Yet first believers
Sorrowfull tragic
Aspire for better
Progress related
To causes conclusions
All changes are rated
We live we call on.
12/12/2008
Ohhhhhhhhhh kassem, to me! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! it's you in me A wonderful poem expressing the deep agony of the sacrificial soul. Truth circumscribed by the earten chain We feel its pleasures and also its pain A lamp removes darkness of the room But under it the dark shadow of gloom. CP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed reading your thoughts. Thank you. Peace.