As memories fill my heart,
the torment and anguish from the past
start drenching my soul,
only to seek a permanent place
in my empty, beseeching eyes.
Every visit down the memory lane,
tears dwell in my eyes and down my cheeks.
©Aarzoo Mehek
Beautiful, beautiful. The memories of the past never fade. The anguish n pain of losing is hard to bear. You have expressed this pain so beautifully that the reader is left stunned.10+++
Start drenching my soul! But, be very strong! ! For, you do have positive people standing behind you. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Anguish liquified and running into trickles! A very poignant write!
Wow, let is flow, it will ease your burden and will clean you from emptiness, pain and burdens.....Awesome poem to relieve everyone from pain and sufferings.100+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The anguish of past is difficult to forget.........but then with our wisdom and courage we can face the present..a bold write by you..