You can hide your low sunken spirit
or speak not of your walloping defeat
You can laugh aloud like a racing clown
to save your esteem from falling down.
When your coveted dreams shatter
none do enable to hear the clatter;
the loner, the victim in deceitful pain
fights but sings the longing song of vain.
Hope melts like the evening sun
Life is void of every zest and fun
A word, a sign or an omen
on draining the heart of emotion,
the wound silently seethe and die
before maturing into a tear in eye.
concluding the finnest one and as its the soul of this poem thanx keep on
hope melts like the evening sun, thanks Soumita, good write. I invite you to read my poems and comment and vote.
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Pain and fear mixed as we try to fix our lives, released by the oncoming tears! Inspired write! !