Wasting my confidence
I lost all my independence
When you are not by my side
Because you are not there not even my guide
The heavy grip I faced on
Feels the muscles and the bone
I think am to forget the frail love
That I have been considered first and last
I am obedient when orders comes
Am glad to face the coming games
As I have a hamper to prevent my way
I am obeisance for the adorable boy
These are the feelings
Hurts me morning and evenings
I have no idea what I was calling it
But now I guess it is love fate
love teaches lot in our life... nice concept, poetry about love is always refreshing no matter how old the topic is..
Well expressed... These are the feelings (hurting) mornings and.........change the word hurts
Luwi u young n amazing poet i loved it totally amazing keep da good work up Mohamed
Very nice Luwi you capture the readers imagination and you never let go, keep it up.
i was just lost lost for a while when i read this poem... Luwi you are a genuine being and a wonderful poet too... i could relate the poem for we share the same age group.. thank you for sharing.. love prashant
Very interesting. You have to think hard to absorb the message. Well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Luwi you have great talent. I loved the flow of this poem. Good work.