Like drops of rain pit- patter,
In a silkent way they flow.
When dreams of love do shatter,
Emotions a dozen they show.
Thrusting their way across the face,
they move like a stream.
With thoughts and passions they fall and raise,
Repairing a broken dream.
More they go more they seem,
endless to the mortal soul.
Not a face they leave with a gleam,
nor a heart glad or whole.
From corners they trickle,
As though sentiments in disguise.
Streaming down they do tickle,
A face of anguish an surprise.
Teaching men not to succumb,
but fight and strugle in life.
For a ray of shining hope will come,
To one that goes through strife....
Compiled by - Swayam.......
1 comment:
its a fantabulous poem !!!
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