Hate me, taunt me, call me INSANE
Oh my God, I am in love AGAIN
How heart would dare to take the PAIN
Where pain would find only PAIN
Let the blood flow of my VEIN
Only than, my heart would RESTRAIN
Deeper and deeper, I behold MYSELF
Nothing but ash and STRAIN
Living without your warm TOUCH
Cold blooded like a SLAIN
Lost in the desert of lost WORLD
Death seeking me, I seek death CHAIN
I crushed my self thousand TIMES
But a part of you still RETAIN
These lines would bear tear from EYE
Left dry in sorrows' RAIN
Let the blood flow of my VEIN Only than, my heart would RESTRAIN Deeper and deeper, I behold MYSELF Nothing but ash and STRAIN................fantastic writing with little wistfulness wonder if people are alive because they should have hope in life..loved and liked
Your words are not less than pearls, keep on delivering Anita Sharma ji
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice write..How heart would dare to take the PAIN Where pain would find only PAIN