Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

And we aren't morons

#there isn't a time in life when our smiles and cries are not simultaneous unless we are morons. my broadest stretch of lips stalk pains *has my success made someone sad? has it been at someone's cost? has it eroded someone's happiness?* and when I cry as sufferer loser in the corner of my eyes shimmers a smile *it's not the end it's not the last mile.*#
Request permission to use this poem
Written by
pradip-chattopadhyay
For You?
Written by
pradip-chattopadhyay
Published
Jun 21, 2014
Lines·Words
21·67
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell pradip-chattopadhyay how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write