Bad Days And Good Days Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

Bad Days And Good Days



That days, so good!
Now it became very worst.
I cry for the good day
For I suffered a lot on that bad day.
I think that the good day thinks
That we are very happy, for this he ran.
And then came the bad day,
And bad is sad.
They’ll change, but when?
I often feel that the bad day feels
That we’re suffering, for this he’s happy.
Happy to the tears the whole world with sorrows.
Good came then,
Must it should be,
The happiest of all days:
Good day for peace;
Never shall it cease.
Rest with peace.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kafil Uddin Raihan 18 July 2009

Well expressed, cheers with 10+++++++

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