Weakness Poem by Minerva Agriam

Sometimes I am not that strong,
And I wonder what should become,
Of this little helpless heart,
Throbbing with impossible plight?

Proving this heartless reason,
Full of factual experimentations;
Silence has surrounded it;
Deep down inside eternal noise!

The strong and the weak,
They all break and fall;
Weakness of men triumphs;
Breaking their hearts apart!

Can we stop a little while,
And listen to the passing times;
Let all the hurts and pains go by,
This weakness, passion of men.


(4/15/03. 10: 45 a.m)