Those eloquent dark eyes,
burning with pain,
in the flames of sorrow....
Trying to see through blurring life,
darkness seems to eclipse the sight.
Mirroring aloud the throbbing heart,
dropping like pearls
From this ocean, aghast!
Hope seems to go astray,
breaking the promises, flouting away.
There, they close forever and ever…..
Why death comes uninformed?
Leaving behind everything deformed…
So uncertain this life could be,
never had imagined so deeply.
But, how can this be a valid reason,
to deny the spring that follows ‘autumn season’ ?
Flowers will continue to remind their presence,
To spread their colours and spray their fragrance.
Though, there is no end to sorrow,
spreading Love is the art to borrow.
Value ‘The Gift’ HE has granted,
cherish ‘The Fruits’ HE has planted.
3 comments:
The idea is pretty cool....But the poem lacks structure...so the reader loses interest....
Y don't u follow a simple formation of 4 lines per stanza???
thanks o great POET!will keep your point in consideration...
hey sweety its really kool i mean i really like it
keep up the gud work
luv ya loads
tschus
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