I m tired with the endless torments,
When will the time come, she will not heave me to disdain,
I gave her time to identify with my actions,
But time went by and nothing resulted.
...
Read full text
If God created us, Why he left the art to humans to articulate oneself? Why not the feelings are understood unspoken? a thoughtful gesture...yes we worry about being so different but then this is the world's way.......well composed thought
feelings won't be understood if kept unspoken...now that you have forgiven and spoken out openly...every thing old will be held back...no doubt. this poem is very pure in it's sincerity... good write, richa...