Erasing the pain for others, came easy.
Extracting the sorrows, by listening.
Never cringing at the wound-filled words.
Yet, my own pages were busy.
Filtering words to hide the blistering
scars; caused by the mental swords.
Filling the hope; to manipulate a vicarious living.
Rewriting a plot with a brighter scenery.
At the end of the act; we embrace the Encore!
A victory and equal score.
A great eloquent poem, ESP like the poetic last two lines how u sum it up encore with score. U write in an interesting way. Kudos. Pleez do comment my newest poem too titled, a song for lunar lovers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an inspiring poem.....10+++++++