The night is deep
and I'm running my
fingers to express
me before night.
I'm a deserted soul,
devoid of love
and affection
rushing without
any goal.
I take the stress
of making my kins
happy and jolly.
But, alone I cry
concealing my pain
and show them that
I am very happy.
I take the stress of making my kins happy and jolly. But, alone I cry concealing my pain and show them that I am very happy. A good poem of aching soul which forbears pain to please others.A poem of pain and pleasure.it took my heart. Col Muhammad Khalid khan
The night is deep and I am running my fingers over words of expression. Nice observation and suitable poem.
I take the stress of making my kins happy and jolly. But, alone I cry concealing my pain and show them that I am very happy. so nice poem
Let me play with your poem Sister Neela: I am a dessert from which many come to have and never-ending supply of love and goodness LOVE, the real deal, served on a plate of kindness with the fork of benevolence sprinkled with joy Come one and all to the love kitchen of Sister Neela! The love you share is god's love, gobble up lots yourself pure soul you ARE LOVE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is fantastic. Against all odds, you have managed to keep the young ones insulated. Their happiness gives you the reason to be happy and forget the past which was full of pain and anguish. Thanks for this poem which ends on an optimistic note.