Write joyous words more, Shobo,
Thinking of surrounding beautifies;
Untamed men’s desires of the world;
Unheard women’s thoughts of the world;
Unknown plans of happy mornings;
Graceful love of the people on the land;
Cunning progress of broken hearts;
All these will feel your words of wholeness,
You seek through the uncharted feelings.
Deathra, what does he seeks in you?
Nothing comes along, lies of closed one,
Cheated desires of womanly scrutiny,
Knowing things turn dark everytime you come,
Stop! Right here! And say what forces Shobo?
Is it the caged desires of his lost soul?
It hurts to feel loneliness rests.© sjwordsmith
Progress of Broken Hearts