A bunch of sorry for my mistake.
A thousand heartaches for my regrets.
Bucket of tears for my sadness.
How can I find serenity?
As much, do I need to turn the tide?
Turn back time, make things right?
Ohh...how I badly wish for that...
But reality doesn't allow me to.
What is sorry for?
Why tears have to fall?
Let the cold wind blow... in a corner,
dark as it can be...
where melancholy
Harmonizes with the unbearable silence.
Find wisdom in the peaceful room
of the unpeaceful mind.
The poem is conisted of two parts. The first part pertains anxiety and the second its remedy. A beautiful poem indeed. The last few lines are very consoling and meaningful. Please keep writing, you have a great talent, Mixie. Best Wishes Naseer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anxiety is a part of our superiority complex.Its engulfs our emotions to make believe that fear is just a cause for concern.Nice writes Mixie.