To whom
do I complain
is it here...?
...
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you can complain to your words you can complain to your god because he's the only one will hear you
Slam, You have written this very nicely.very adorable keep writing.
It kind of makes you think...I like it very nice hope you continue writing
Great poem. The ending is very modern, very much from the third world type of thought.......introspective! ! ! !
I dont think a lot of people want to hear hearts your song also they dance for money bc thats how we live to day but hey like the saying says' if you can't beat them join um'!
Wow..what a great begining! ! I am lucky..I loved this poem..how very thoughtful, Thank you for uploading marvellous thoughts on poemhunter
This poem is a sad testament to the value placed on material things. In the end, the things we can't hold in our hands are what counts. They are the real treasures in life. Wonderful poem! Anna
'I present songs of love played on my heart's violin But they would rather dance for money.' - You loved them honesty from the depths of your heart. But they instead fell for material and superficial things like look and money... they lost...... such depreciates and grows old... the the love of a heart only grows.....
A poem abour despair that is felt deeply. It is simply expressing for me the complexity of human civilization, the clash between spiritual and mmaterial needs. You are idealistic Shauq- a poet with heart felt desires.
Loved it>>>its true yet saddening we live in this world when lives are less important for money<<
first i like the fact that u live somewhere in the world of dream can i join i liked the poem and i felt the pain in the words and how it is hard to find someone to lend u his ear bcz most are gold diggers. they either want money or want money and few how dont. well done and great job
Nice poem containing beautiful words to express your pain seeing the plight of society of the present era. The world has been dominated by wealth and now there is no value of man. I like your poem ^_^