My Sorrows Poem by amrita navneet

'My SoRroWs'
'amrita navneet'

it was raining,
it was dark-
where there was no my way
but on the way tears do bark...

I was actually bleeding,
was in thirst for life:
though it was raining-
I was about to handle a knife

the cursed candle
did sweat its colour...
no one to lead me
or help me or do a favour....

'a kind immerged without soul on earth'
you can compare (the above words) this with me
dont bother to ask how, why it happened?
but 4 sure sorrows were back of thee.........

i got a friend on a hopeless path
he was stranger but not unknown.....
he lived in dark survived there
wanna know his name? u r right its pain...........