Choose your pain at ease
This shop never closes.
Sorry for the thorns
I know you were looking for roses.
It takes a while to reach here
So put up your feet…relax.
We dabble in everything
And apologies for the Goods & Services Tax! !
Guilt, revenge, betrayal…
We have it all in our store.
Search your heart…slowly
This is the last wave…thrashing on the last shore.
No place for shame here now
That's all in the past.
Treachery is our dear friend
And sinning is so vast!
We don't judge...you see
That's company policy.
Our souls are bare.
Here Heaven & hell are just a fallacy!
Guilt, betrayal, revenge and treachery are left in this world which hurt us like thorn Well written.. Thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Keshab. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks