Sorrows are our own
Under the shallow pit I own
But as I share the complete pain
World became my den.
Borrowing a bit from pit
Lightens a load so tough
Feathering away like mist
As it mingled in crowd of laugh.
Concealed things manifest anxiety
Once I broke the lock of mystery
The power to bind me in dungeon
Loses it prominent control.
Salvaging my previous energy
Capable of transforming humanity
Only if my soul finds solace
From drilling ugly thoughts.
Finding a niche to share
All that's aching within
Cleaning the exhaustive brain drain
Clogging my cognitive process.
Sharing my pain deep down
Heals my wounded soul within
Nothing I need the most
Just a patient ear to hear
All that bothers me all these year.
" Sharing my pain deep frown Heals my wounded soul within Nothing I need the most. Just a patient ear to hear. All that bothers me all these years" .To get somebody who is genuinely interested to hear the stories of your pain Is a blessing. Pray patiently. You will be blessed
Share the inside pangs like the shedding rains from black cloud to make white cloud black cloud is heavy more than white cloud so if we share our gathered pains with others specially true friend then it makes us happy like a light world..........
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I would like to translate this poem
Share life and be freeeeee! ! ! ! ! blessed words you write and share!