Days Of Sorrow Poem by FAHMINA ARJUMAND MISHA

heart is so delicate
heart is made up of ice

poor fellows thought it was made of glass
a heart so transparent and so clear
that one could see their reflection
so brutally they broke my heart
they made me fall in my own eyes

held me responsible for those things
that i never dreamt or intended about
not only broke my expectations
but also broke my self confidence

the picture i always had about them
began to fade gradually
as i was exposed to the real world
which showed me their real faces

the eyes which used to reflect nothing but happiness
now reflects the hurt and pain
I cry out so loud.You won't be able to hear my cries
i weep for my faded memories
i sadly yearn for what has passed,
but I can't return to yesterday
neither you can take back your words
nor you can return my precious time

now you think you can console me
with your oily speeches
my heart is melted so i am heartless
the place where my heart melted
also dried like the water

i learnt a lesson from this unforgettable experience
that what ever may be the relation BE its very important to be practical
i was a emotional fool, but not anymore.
i can see the world clearly
no more existence of bloom effect