Of All Poem by S.anas Hussain (altair)

'Of all those toil hardened efforts we make.
Of those unexplainable anger within us we face.
Of all those teary eyes which we fake.
Of all those unheald poison we take.
To win over the heart of those we care.
To see them happy, their pain on our heart's we bare.
It led us no were but infinitely and utterly alone.         
Now we are just soulless flesh of smiling clones.
Of all those sacrifices we made.
Into the vile laughter which got fade.
No one quenched the fire in our naked soul.
Nor have consoled our grief as we went foul.                                  
All we wanted for them, was to be happy.            
Now we are left with the feeling of nostalgic sadly.                   
Of all the disappointment in our heart which we hide.
We could take any pain for them with pride.
Alone In the dark within the cold breeze.
All those moment in our heart which remain freeze.
It sadden me now of our disappointed romantic.
Of those sleepless night of wail poetic.
Of our fully odious efforts which led us no were.
We are left not with tranquility, but with the anger we tare.
Of all those salvaged hopped efforts they put.
Of those wounds in there hearts with love, they took.
Oh' my broken heart fellows, it was for no better good.
Now see around, in the darkest idleness you stood.
Thou alone preache the tale of pain.
In which thou never saw any gain.
To those deafed ears entrench hear.
As Lornness reached, as did your bleeding tear.