end of the gospels of love
here starts a brand new day
with earthly shades
of pains and only pains.
laughter plays a game
of rediculous mockery
smile clings to parched lips
and the heart's overcast with sorrow
but tears don't bring rains.
bodily shackles entraps
the wounded heart,heart's
wounded but it doesn't bleed.
hoping for a sadness loving creed
aspiring to be eternally sad
on the parched-parched land
which has treasures of agony to drain.
2 comments :
nice sorrowful poem...:)
But the following is contradicting somehow...I mean rest all was past ad present but why wld someone wish sorrow in future??
[hoping for a sadness loving creed
aspiring to be eternally sad
on the parched-parched land
which has treasures of agony to drain]
:O :O
thanks 4 d comments... well people don't wish sorrow for themselves they either purposely wish it 4 others or they do it relatively like they want something good for themselves and know it very well that it will do drastically bad to others yet they want it to happen.. so i meant those people here... :)
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