My soul searched for my body
During birth, they mingled as one
During life, they were inseparable
During death, they singled out as two
Through the performance, I trusted some whom I met
They felt it was easy to upset,
They cared not & let me rot.
Thoughts play & memories slay,
Words like clay strikes me at bay
I sway & stagger on my way
Lay beaten & lost against words
Leaving me to number my days
Aggrieved about my past
Diseased with these thoughts
My present showing no remedy
My future is totally cloudy..
Oh Sister! poem comes from heart. Your poem must not show depressed, yet you have put in good words and well penned. I like the poem very much and not if it is written from your mind. My full marks go to the poem 10+++++
be optimistic and believe in yourself that's all and you will see the clouds scattering away. good work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an amasing start...the soul is a very close friend