Jun 2016
I was born with love, from my poet's heart
From his thoughts, he gathered my parts
I couldn't bring him praise, for his shining words
Silent without glory, I was left unheard
From his thoughts, he gathered my parts
I couldn't bring him praise, for his shining words
Silent without glory, I was left unheard
This is my tribute to all those poems which had beautiful words inscribed in them but they still failed to reach many of the readers it should have.
I know many of the poets in here could know for what I was trying to say in this short poem of mine.
I can feel, the poem too feels bad for it!
I know many of the poets in here could know for what I was trying to say in this short poem of mine.
I can feel, the poem too feels bad for it!
