O’ little
boy,
Come to me
With your
story
With your
dreams
With those
moments
When You cried for them
And those
hopes
You had till
the end.
O’ pretty girl
Come to me
With those
promises
That made
you dream
With those
tears
That rolled
down the eyes
With those
smiles
That flew
to the sky.
O’ vexed
lady
Come to me
With that
kid
Who died afore
dawn
With your
man
Who did not
care
And with the
other lady
That you
can’t bare
O’ strained
man
Come to me
With all
problems
Even if
they are bleak
With those
worries
That made
you weak
And that
woe
Which world
can’t see
O’
everybody
Come to me
Neither in
a hope
Of making things
fine
Nor with a
wish
Of being
gratified
Come for the
thing
Which no
one desires
Let’s get
together
Come let’s
cry.
Hi Bhatt Aquib,
ReplyDeleteCame across your writings a while ago. :)
Loved your poems, especially this one!
Its always a great feeling to hold on to someone and cry out our woes; but mostly the thing is that, its hard to find someone who'd hear... Great write my friend!
Keep writing... Looking forward for your next post! :)
Sincerely,
Hanan
Yeah! Rightly said, its quite hard to find someone who would listen to your woes. Thanks for the appreciation. Next post will roll out soon. :)
ReplyDeleteI love how the words flow in this poem, and how you've described each person, (woman, child, man) and their own little woes. Finding the right person that will listen to our woes, then cry with us isn't easy.
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You don't need to find a person actually; it just it selves comes your way. :)
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ReplyDeleteBhatt,
ReplyDeleteI was just fyi'ed about you and your writings. Your poetry moves my soul.
"Come to me
With all problems
Even if they are bleak"
No problem big or small love it..
I would love to feature you as a poet on our site... If you get the chance please stop by and have a look see to see if you would be interested in being showcased.
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