Fear is a fit,
And can make you sick,
As it eats you from within,
Bit by bit.
Grief is then aroused,
And it takes your own house,
Even scares a poor mouse,
Oh! You just got him out of the house!
Anger comes along,
And you think you are strong,
Start banging things around,
Impressed by all the sound.
Destroy the things you hate,
You have taken the bait,
And you are in a sorrow state,
When pity arives at the gate.
Another story of disgust,
Lust is what you shouldn't trust,
But lusty you can be,
Would add to your personality.
Somewhere in your hearts pocket,
Lies the juice of jealousy,
Leave it there, don't let it stare,
From your eyes and you can see.
Some sure you can share,
From your goblet full of joy,
Don't realise how much you have,
As for some, its just a toy.
Don't sympathise for a sorrow,
Help him back his smile,
The sorrows will pass & joys will last,
Just as you and I.
With fear, anger and hate to hate,
When jealousy you forget,
Then joy and happiness at your gate,
And love's all you shall get...!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
awesome! an amazing poem..