Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Drowsy was I, when I heard thy voice,
Numb I became, when I felt thy presence,
But Lethe I became, when I read thine poem,
And danced like a drunkard in the floor.

Wished to flee away,
Dared to shout aloud,
Earnestly prayed for this moment
To stay with me forever.

But, I knew the fact, time will pass,
I realize the truth, this has to go on,
Now I can just feel, for this moment
And make myself content with heart-foot filled.
If emptiness is a disease
   I am the patient,
If friendship is a curse
   I am the sinner,
If love is rainbow
   I am the rain,
If memories are past
   I am a history,
If camera makes an album
   My eyes makes an epic,
If every 'if' leads to something
   My nothing makes me everything.
How can you smile?
   When your heart is aching so hard...
How can others say you great?
   When you hide your real feelings...
How can you be so hard?
   To hide your tears from reaching eyes...
I tried and tried, but no never,
   I made it to stop from reaching cheeks,
But harder it was to stop from reaching eyes,
   And it was the most hardest by laughing with tears.

You believe in miracle?
Ha! Yes I do...because
All these happened to me
When my mom's face appear in my mind.
A girl is a slave
Who can put good clothes
Who can eat better food
Who can wear gold ornaments
Who can walk in high heels
Who can talk to all
Who can smile
Who can sleep
But who cannot go out
Who wont get wages
Who should not know freedom
Who should not know relaxation
Who should not dream of relations
Who should not think of what she was
Who must forget who she is...
And yes, I am also a girl.

Mpk
Migrative bird is I
     Moving, crossing fields of
Optimism, pessimism and dreamism
     The lands where all visit.
Holy Shrine are these
     Where the purgatory fire is
Flowered at the entrance
      To make a screening of thoughts.
Travelogue written in languages
      Multiple to human brain but
Monoslang to the mind
      Of owner of the impure soul.
Wisheth to back up the resign
      Valedicting my sins and
Thoughts of confusion of innocence
      Perplexing What I Am!
Lit the light,
For not a fright,
But to get a bright,
And be always happy.

       Wish for a You,
       Don't be harsh in few,
       But remember even in a dew
       We find the little smile.
So smile even a while,
And make you noble,
For all You be a model,
And smile blooms in all.

— The End —