by Biya   May 17, 2014

A closed four walled space
Where no one can see
The echoes of my sighs
Absorbed within me

I had a belief
That there will be one for me
A majesty soul of relief
But that was mere an illusion within me

How long I be fighting
I tried all for my love
I never wanted to be ailing
But on my pain, he shoves

Can one ameliorate my pain ?
But other than him, I'll never find one
Whenever I spoke of my frustrations
He brought his own and shunned

Can one be this cruel?
For my own distress, I try to apprise;
Without any constraint
On mistrust, may he surmise?

For every line I write
It takes tears to shed down
With frown at night
Brings the grief-jerks that have been sown

- 03/May/2014
Abeera Rahat (Biya)


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  • 6 years ago

    by Matt

    Great poem, you are very talented

    • 6 years ago

      by Biya

      Thank you Matt :)