They say I am blessed
With the masterful skill of arts and science
With a golden pen which have a flow of Nile
With a healing touch which may calm the agonizing mind
And with a burning heart which can melt the rocky mounts
They are liars
Call them here who say so
And make them see
My comatose body, bleeding heart and dejected soul
No one would come
Nobody should care
All my friends, admirers and loved ones are asleep
And I am crying my heart out in the mighty dark
This lonely night
April 25,2009
Your inner cry echoes throughout each lline of this lonely poem. Eloquent write. As always, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no more lonely nights my dear...this piece is very beautiful..naizz