I left my home today
And left it for ever;
Like a dead man walks to his grave
To come back never.
The pain and agony
That you heaped on me;
I shall carry to my grave
As if it was my destiny.
Never shall I wish you harm,
Nor bear ill-will;
You will live for ever in my heart
Like a candle lit in storm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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First, I give you my sympathies. I know how this feels. Second, I like your poem and the fact that you bear no ill will. Thanks for sharing, Shahid. Peace