For once thrashed and despaired feelings
of past, present and hopes that linger
The merry moments; whines and shines
leaving a silly smile for the weaken
I write about me and my unknown self
the pains and gains of that street of life; love and hatred
for the regret I bloat the slate, with exhaustive thoughts I scribble
I scribble to erase what's Old and ruin
to relieve the tiny weakened blood chambers
that never stops woeing
I write for the dumb and silenced; to express the inner feelings and not impress
Because of love I write; for the loved ones and the once loved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem