Smiling by day
Weeping by night
It is a story
Told many times
Too often to care
The ears of the near
Have bled this day
But it is her own
Her story remains
Listless, once more
This is really good. you should keep up the great writting
Not all flowers reach the feet of God and therefore all stories though harsh truth did not have enough luck to end up as a movie.There lies therefore the striking difference-All movies are stories but all stories are not movies.Very well done.Indomitable poetry of yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lot of people will smile in the day, not letting people see the pain, they let that out In the dark of night. A great poem.