Thursday, August 30, 2012


The days seem bleak and the heart seems weak
And there is so much hate and sorrow.
We wipe our tears, not with our hands,
But with the hope of a better tomorrow.

We are so sure, that the sun shall rise,
after a pitch dark,stormy night.
And that which makes us sit and wait,
Is not the fear, but the power of faith.

We close our eyes on the day that's passed.
To rest, with a sigh of relief.
Thought, death reeks our future,present and past.
That is the strength of belief

How can we be human? if, for at least once 
we've never loved?
Haven't shed a tear for another soul,
For one who is not of our flesh and blood?

1 comment:

  1. Hi I havd nor read this till now.. Felt really good... Thank for the poem man.. thats all i can say...