I am not in a mood
To move out and enjoy
The scene
Of the sublime morn
When dew is sprinkled
All over green
I am not to be with
You in this time of the
New season
I am feeling very low
My heart is broken sans
Any reason
Give me more time
To heal my heart, mind
And soul
I have lost her love
In my heart there is a
Deep hole
Losing a love one leaves a deep hole and sometimes a bad mood. Succinctly described!
That is true. Pain remains long. Nice comment. Thanks for support.
I really like the last stanza, it says it all! Thanks for posting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lost love makes a man abnormal for sometime, in a bad mood all things appear bad. A nice psychological poem.
You are right sir. Thanks for giving your time. Regards.