Tears trickle down my buring cheek
Pain and suffering reaches it's peek
The fire that burned now has no light
My heart which was pure has no might
Will to live, will to die
Will to even try and survive
Alone in here, trapped within
Fighting a battle and letting him win
But what can I do, what is there left
What can I do with such a theft
He stole my heart, love he didn't lack
I gave him my heart he gave it back
hi dear friend
sweeeet poem indeeed.... hope we learn from each other... as I have mentioned that I am poet with 6 books published and know litle bit as peace wisher poet becuse peace is my dream and my most of peotic thoughts are sorrouded by it... I may send you E copies of book if you like to read or keep in your record... recently an other book is going to publsih in Canada by my poetry friends which is based on the critques ... it will titled THE PEACE WISHER... all about my work..hope your comments will be added to it if you do litle in detailed way...or you can do a one pag note as a over all views about my peac willing thoughts.... if you know more about me..just search my name in net, you wil find many international sites covering my poetry and thoughts... and in last let me share one of my famous say with you.... (( a friendly smile is the best weapon of war to fight with... afzal shauq )) hope I get comments from your side,...sure I will be doing to your poems too.... my best poetry friend ...
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