I counted my days with fear and tear
And filled with the sorrow that I couldn't bear.
My tears covered my eyes and mind
Yet no satisfaction of any kind.
Happiness, I wanted to acquire or borrow
So, I tried to connect my joy and sorrow.
With the unbreakable dreamful strings
But I burdened my heart with unwanted things.
I got everything food and dress
And made sincere prayers to bless.
Some valuable seeds, I asked God to sow.
Joy, it would give as fruits I know.
I cleared away all the weeds,
And with bliss, I nourished the seeds.
The fruits were tastier than ever before
So, I ate them more and more.
Now the tears did lessen my burden
For they, are not tears, but showers on my garden.
-Sumazla.
suhaina,very nice.any one can understand this poem.
ReplyDeletethank you akka, you are the only person, commenting on my english poems. i think others dont have time to go through all these.
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