Sometimes I wonder why I am here
In the world of fantasy and tear
I wish I was not been born
To this world to have the scorn
...
I wish an angel come
Hold me and carry me
To her world
Far away from the pain
...
Where am i?
I am searching for my identity
As if I am just born
Pondering for reality
...
In the morning, when the sun shines and birds chrip
I begin my day with enthusiasm, reason and good deed
Huge blue sky far above my sight
Then thought uplift 'Smile is my right'
...
Looking outside through window
Seeing nature renewing its shadow
Somewhere, everyone is waiting for this season
And, spring is of course, its reason
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I don't know why my heart still beats for u…
I don't know why I still feel for u….
I don't know why I wait for u…
But I know you will never come back to me
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In a dark room
I was searching for light
Without knowing light inside me
has brighten the sight
...
When I first saw her face
I don't know what was the case
Now when i look at her face
She seems so dearly that i joy with grace
...
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Fill My Empty Heart
Sometimes I wonder why I am here
In the world of fantasy and tear
I wish I was not been born
To this world to have the scorn
Life so cruel to live
But I hope not to give
Happiness and joy what I want
Sorrow and pain is what I learnt
I hope someone comes
To fill my empty heart
If it's not with love and care
Let it with be hatred and despair
Then I can be relieved
With the filled heart indeed
I can be contented
Oh my heart no more vacant
Life is not an easy for me
I know its not for anyone here
But why I am feeling lonely
Waiting for someone eagerly
My heart is pondering for someone
Don't know why it has to
I tried to console it
But I could not do
I wish God sees my pain
My tears that I cannot shed
Let him send some light
In the shadow of fright
Susmitaji, your poetic talent is blooming like the spring flowers. You can do a great deal in this field. Poems that that flow with the waves of the realities of life and that can give insightful flavour to the readers often happen to be ever alive. I expect more such poems from you.