My eyes are blinded,
By things only i can see,
They are deep inside me,
I deal with them each day,
Too many secrets in my heart,
That are eating me slowly,
I wish to be known,
By another,
I wish to be cared,
By the one i love,
Asked for too much,
For all of which,
God gives nothing,
These things i carry inside me,
Will turn to dust,
On your touch,
Just try to love me.
Your simplicity is complexly meaningful. Excellent poem this has inspired me to write another poem which I will send to you soon but this poem really I can understand your strife........................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, Zainab. Don't let your secrets eat you. Share them in words and keep writing. Love is for everyone; you will get your portion. Best Wishes Naseer