As the fair maiden let go of my hand
the hint of light began to outcast
darkness filled the air again
but the beautiful love shall never end
wars raged on like thunderstorms
hate and suffering on peoples' minds
eventually led me to think
was I always this blind?
I lost my mind and became so numb
i see how people dont care whats wrong or right
the true colors of this world
are actually black and white
awesome expression with a very heart touching ending in this nice poem. nice to meet you ronit. hope to catch you lalet on. valo theko, er beshi beshi kore emon shundor kobita likho. tomer jonno shuvo kamna roilo. :-)
Dr. Zayed Bin Zakir Shawon