Graceful Sorrow Poem by V P Mahur

I am so grateful
To you my love
For the unique gift
Your love has given to me
For in my eyes
There are tears instead of sleep
Now I cannot waste any time
To the sleepy regime
And can think of the deep sorrows
And the severe crime
Which have darkened the world
With the smoke of
Man made famine
Who are
I beg pardon
Creator’s created destroyers
In disguise
And the servers of humanity
Have to pay price
Tears in my eyes
Have told me
How painful the sorrow can be
For all the sorrows
Have an affinity
They torment the soul
Playing a pessimistic role

Instead of your dreams sweet
There is a retreat
Of my heart beat
And now I well apprehend
To the silly errands
Of those
Who are sorrow stricken
From all ends
It is only for you
That the reality of the world
I have recognized
Your sorrow is
A graceful gift
The most precious one for me
And I will preserve it
Forever, ever, ever