Why do you abuse me?
In my concrete wall of prison
You only let me to be tortured.
Tears are not the remedy to the pain.
Its meant for the joyous occasion
Don't waste it pls
It deprives you of the strength to face reality
Stay strong and be bold.
The universe has plans for you and I know it
Whatever you can't get your head over,
Don't force it.
Let it be.
Times would always pass by
But it leaves with us the spirit of nostalgia
To reminisce about and inflicts us with what if I had spirit.
Pain would come
Joy would come
Life would come
Death would come
Doesn't signify it's fatal
Mortal we are
To see the true essence of love
It's only divine.
The love is a blur
Focus on the small things
Cause they matter more than you crave for.
I don't write to you
To stimulate tears in you
But rather to spell out to you
That whatever you don't lose yourself in a world of vanity.
The moment came and go
But it's left to you
To do the worthwhile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem