You Live In Sorrow Poem by Satish Verma
You Live In Sorrow
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Is it futile to count
the tears of falling stars? Things
are slipping from my hands.
At night I talk with moon
and ask what was your game.
Trees look at me.
Lifeless, the sun hides.
It is raining again in poverty.
The words have lost meanings.
Wednesday, July 1, 2020
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5/20/2024 9:03:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
yeah it's meaningless to count the drop of tears, the wound stain of shocked heart sun takes a rest in peace but for a while and next dawn greets always it with great shining so salty tears is no pain to drain the meaningful life it's power to train to the beauty of the world