The heart carried pain
The hand carried pen
The heart must pour out
The pen must hold
Slowly, slowly dripping
The pain became the ink
That filled the pen to the brim
Pain translated into words
The heart lost its weight
And the paper was heavy
With the burden of words.
Nosheen Irfan © 2015
Wickedness! ! With the pains of the world. Thanks for sharing.
pen must hold Slowly, slowly dripping The pain became the ink, .............. deep and meaningful
is pain an energy, transformed into another, a poem! this poem describes such feeling beautifully. and also the heart lost its weight... true
Pain translated into words The heart lost its weight And the paper was heavy With the burden of words. What a splendid barter! The cathartic effect of writing poems is so beautifully illustrated here!
The therapeutic value of poetry is here excellently expressed!
Powerful poem that you have penned my friend! Pain is often the birthplace of not only poetry but greatness!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome....Heart and body...pen and pain.... A nicely knitted poem...Love it....100++