When tolerance reaches saturation,
we beg before God for concession.
Growing troubles bring frustration,
and we lose our mental condition.
Why the destiny has chosen us?
We will bear it entire life in solus.
Can't it find someone else and focus,
dominance has made my every step cautious.
Lost in my world being silent,
uttering a word will award punishment.
Do we call this an adjustment?
Or this needs a decision prudent.
Lost in my world being silent, uttering a word will award punishment. Do we call this an adjustment? Or this needs a decision prudent. Struggles, worries, thinking, trying to philosophize in given situations, trying to find a solution..... so much is in your poem. you are great. i am always astound with the word ending of the stanzas...... wow.. tony
Thank you so much Sir for giving time to read my poems and commenting on it...
A motivational piece of work! Liked the underlying philosophy of this beautiful poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it was not a good poem