From now on wards I shall stay ready To whatever you befall in my bucket of destiny Instead of longing blindly for the wrong And that wrong from the wrong comes hurts along Hence leaving grieving and broken among the biased lyrics of a sad song
I might never tell you But the bruises you have left are darker I might never tell you the wounds will never heal I might never tell you that you have left a vast void I might never tell you that this emptiness can never be filled You might hear me laughing loud But you can never see the agony within me.. Could I tell you how painful it is To live when you do not want Could I show you how scorching it is When you take me so for granted You should have known your are not unknown The secrets I carried are known to the public Had them been for public how could they be preserved I wanted them to reserve but u did not keep them reserved
I might never tell you But the bruises you have left are darker I might never tell you the wounds will never heal I might never tell you that you have left a vast void I might never tell you that this emptiness can never be filled You might hear me laughing loud But you can never see the agony within me.. Could I tell you how painful it is To live when you do not want Could I show you how scorching it is When you take me so for granted You should have known your are not unknown The secrets I carried are known to the public Had them been for public how could they be preserved I wanted them to reserve but u did not keep them reserved
#YOPODIMO#OLDAGEPOEM#YOSPECIAL#POEMTIME A TIME WHEN YOUR DONE WITH EVERYTHING LIFE HAD SPUN AN AGE PASSED AFTER A BIG MILEAGE THAT BEAUTY IS CALLED OLDAGE UNLIKE RAIN THAT CAUSES MUD IT IS AUTUMN BEFORE WINTER FOR WE REAP OUR HARVEST THAT WHY,WHEN AND HOW WE ENCOUNTER LIFE IS AS ROUND AS EARTH WHAT YOU SOW SO SHALL YOU REAP HAS TRULY PROVED RIGHT ON GROUND BABY GROWS TODDLER AND THEN A NAUGHTY KID THEN ADULT FOLLOWED BY ADOLESCENCE ENERY SKIDS AS OLDAGE TAKES TOLL NOT ON HEALTH AND MEMORY ONLY BUT CHECKS THE LOYALTY OF THE FAMILY THAT A PERSON STRUGGLES FOR LIFE TAKING CARE OF KIDS IGNORES WIFE WHO COULD INTRIGUE FOR A QUALITY TIME AND SO COULD RELISH THE EMORIES OF THAT TIME STARVING TO SAVE HIS EARNING FOR CHILDREN OR HE COULD HAVE SPENT THAT FOR PLEASURE EVEN MAKING CHILDREN'S WORLD BY BREAKING their BONES Parents always leave comfort and suffer stones This is the age called old age When kids must becaome the carriage To carry the parents to the heaven And decorate with roses their den Refat wani
Eightth year of my total age Had such a dreadful miscarriage! That i lost you my mother Which halted my destiny to cross mileage ! Was it a loss or it was a bolt That life put all my joy on halt! Indeed it is upto heaven But could it not be merciful even. That toddler and rest of us Deserved a life not a mess Unaware were we then about mischief So How could death be such a big thief Stealing you from us could serve it But abandoning us could not matter to it.. Acceptence is what we could do to the fate Love with us is very less for life so we can hate Hope prevails mom so does we crave For your best place and a greener grave..