I talk to the walls
It envelops my delicate being
And offers back the response
I need to hear and feel
There is no yelling back
No contentions, no stings
Just harmony and comfort
The walls around me
Sometimes acts as the healer
To my wounded heart and soul.
© Aarzoo Mehek
Reflections! ! ! Healing, Soul needs peace; Able to see the light of the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Just harmony and comfort.....significant......thanks for sharing.....anjandev roy.
You are blessed with a Midas touch. Every thing you write upon becomes gold by the touch of your pen. Every speck of pain is turned into a string of pearls of everlasting beauty and a source of moral strength in the struggles of life. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a unique poem.... liked the intensity