With the thought of grandoise
feeling of a martyr
he stood there braving the gale and storm
occassionally looking upwards to complain
Why Me and for how long?
With all strength he could muster he stood ground
hoping the inclement weather is in its last round
again looking up he realized HE is smiling
but the circumstances showed no sign of waning
he felt lost, shoulders sagging ready to be blown away
But then the storm ever powerful was still at bay
it took a while for him to realise and look around
what a fool he is, he has a full army to support in the background
army of a handful faithful admirers standing there and braving on
yes and this is why HE was smiling on...............
I liked the poem. Wonderfully written. Fine poetics. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Please use the search box if the page doesn't open with the title of the poem.
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I would like to translate this poem
Itz good and well written. I also rate it a 10 good work. You can read and rate any of my poems if you like. =)