I had closed the door ofmy heart
Long ago being frustrated and cheated.
My heart, my only treasure is not
A playground, it's my only sustenance
To be active in my daily routine.
I had trusted and loved only to be hurt
But that would never happen again
For I closed the door of my heart for ever.
I had seen many faces under masks.
I believed all only to be cheated.
I had wept many sleepless nights,
I had hit my head against the wall,
I had spent many a night under the bare
Sky, only to express my sorrows to the Almighty upon whom I have always faith.
Engrossing into books of poetry,
Composing my untold stories,
Confining to my four walls,
I am now restrained, relaxed to find
My comfort and solace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem