One of the prime requisites
In the writing
of heartfelt prose
Is the sharp pain
of experience
Of loss…and of woes
You have to bleed…
To have been wounded…
To suffer so sadly
To have won love
Then lost it…
Regretted it madly
To have suffered the slings
Of outrageous fate
To have been treated e’er so coldly
To have tasted the bile
Of unbridled hate
And of love proferred so boldly
To have felt the passion
Of someone you loved
had them push away.. Or pull you up close
These are some of the seeds
That take root in the needs
In the writer of…heartfelt prose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem