Why all these years of unforeseen ecstasy
Must a thing like this be happening?
Why does a love story have happy ending?
What do I have telling cupid
If not saying he is stupid
And refute to he being splendid
Why do I not have any epitome
Like the scene I visualized in the love story
Modern love is all about the money:
Unlike it had been in Shakespearean era
Where true love last forever
To make people live happily ever after
Why are we not accepted as that unique
In lieu of hiding behind those physique
All because of the fear of critique
What at all was the criterion,
After waiting for an eon
How long should this go on?
How else will I get the happiness
When all those I perceive to be the best
Turn out ten times to be my worst
How long will this remain
Even after the harmattan and rain
When will I see the end of this pain?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pleasure to read you fine sir thoughts of bonedog come to mind oh well no thought had i not bled.......thank you again....