Haven of sorrow

NafisaSB

The world is nothing, but a haven or sorrow

Where it is useless to even wait for the morrow

There are sufferings galore, ah, more than you can bear

They all join together, and your stout heartstrings, tear.

Does the world seem perturbed, - Oh no, it does not care

It increases your burdens, until you cannot bear

Are tears of any use – they do not seem to be so

Even looking at them makes people laugh and go..

It seems that stones have replaced the hearts of most men

Who find such sympathy quite beyond their ken

What is the outlet to all this sorrow, tell me, my dear friend

Can you at least, your shoulder, to me, lend

Can you help me in filling up this gap?

Shall I persevere, so that misery leaves my lap?

  • Author: safina (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 21st, 2024 00:48
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 2
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