Whenever I am happy
The maternal eyes stare
Who had lost her child
In the bus accident
Can I still be happy?
Whenever I relish food
The hungry saliva drips
From hungry stomachs
Teasing my appetite
Can I still gulp my food?
Whenever I sing
The retired ear drums beat
Vestigial vocal cords vibrate
Of many talking eyes
Can I still hum a tune?
When I sleep in my mansion
Sad penury glares
Out of the deadly black night
Making me ghastly scared
Can I still sleep?
And I lay awake….
Abha, It is difficult to live in this checkered world of good bad, up down, rich and poor. It is important not to let any one feeling break you down. Between the blessings and the curse we must find joy amongst the despair. Take care, Richard
A very humbling poem Abha, it flows well and shows your compassion, thanks, Lynda xx
Abha, another wonderful poem you have served up for us to read and enjoy. Top marks and thank for sharing this my friend. David
Outstanding writer, such flow of expression runs into the readers eyes...wonderful poetess...10/10 best wishes Jon
dear abhaji, your words will follow everyone until death.... poet is a someone sentensed for life... you punished me while i am a freebird...
This is just too good..the breathing between two worlds..how sensitive and how depressing...you have a way with words...it was lovely! Best wishes, Gul
you write magic abha... and you write about such strong emotions... so true.. hats off to you......! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
really nicely written...with sensitivity and feeling.. best wishes, mehreen
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I would like to translate this poem
Your compassion becomes you. In reaching out to others, you may find your greatest consolation. Praise for your sensitivity. Warm regards, Sandra