Sadness

Sadness, is my only bride
Who still visits my broken heart
Replaces all swears of endless love
And stays for nights to make me cry

Time, will never stop its path  
 My life has never been so fast
Now need to slow my breath
By patience and faith

World, used be so big
Before the time we meet
And now you only world
And rest is very small

Rain, tonight plays his sonnet
Of curses and regrets 
And heart will whisper you
Right now, how do you do? 

We aren’t one in two
And it is very true 
Forgive me and rebless
My love still search your breath 

I have talent of waiting
And hold uncrushed senses
I don’t know other ways
I wont agree on less

Like stupid naïve child
I am catching lovely eyes
It should not be at all
Forbidden unrest love

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Mohammad Taha Effendi

Date: 4/23/2012 6:17:00 AM

The Humanities is a vast subject that transcends the boundaries of race, religion, caste, creed and geography. Therefore, to say that broken hearts and anguished souls are only restricted to eastern culture, or to Islam in particular, is not justified Alexey. More often do we listen to brilliantly composed western songs that betray strong unmistakable signs of an anguished heart. If such emotions were limited only to eastern culture, there wouldn't be any great native English writers.

Mohammad Taha Effendi

Date: 4/23/2012 6:03:00 AM

Well-written Alexey. The tormented cries of an anguished soul resonate in this beautiful poem. Poetry is often called the souvenir of estranged love; timeless mementos of an uneventful courtship. Thank you for your comments on my poem "Without You".