The Sorrow of Soul Of several feelings Is that silence Is in suffering by Sighing for its feelings Of several dreams Is that waiting Is in affliction by Grousing for its dreams Of several memories Is that thoughts Is in depression by Groaning for its memories Of several entreaties Is that right yearning Is in dejection by Crying for its entreaties And that’s how, now She’s troubled as atom And is ready to explode At anytime from its bottom ‘Coz of its heart split By the particles of that factor With its tendency to Inflict pain in tender heart! © R K Chowdary 08Jun2014
Posted on: Sun, 08 Jun 2014 07:55:06 +0000