Sorrow
Oh sorrow
Whenever I turned my face
You turned your face!
Leave me a space and
Envied me, envied on blissful!
If I was forgot the bitterness taste
Then forget me;
If it's taste was enticing,
I'll never stopped chewing it,
Nor chanting a poetry
Neither lit a fire in the silence
For a thousand years
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2015
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