Advertisements
LIFE MENTAL HEALTH Poetry RECOVERY

I Forget Misery | Poem

Even the hearts without fire grow merciless

When rain showers its magnificence beauty on earth,

Then why I remember it touches my skin first and burn rash.

Even the city roads, railway tracks, work-life filled with rain

When rain comes uninvited on a sunny morning on my land,

Then why I reason my mind not to lose miseries over a token of fathom grace.

©sjwordsmith

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: