Words and tears, a poem by Asif Sultan Matta
Words and tears
Asif Sultan Matta
01-01-2017.
My pen, a sickle, that slits my veins
Muck of despair it always drains
Bled-muck dances and sings with me
A song of delight and harmony
They say, "the tears are heart's blood".
Why then still aches when all been shed?
The two wells dry and poetry cries
Words do revive my heart, when dies.
Verses and lines I adore to craft
Lighten my onus, when none is left
My pen does leak the obstruction
And flows the pain of destruction
NÃ ive am I in drafting the poems
Do I learn from my own glooms.
Asif Sultan Matta
01-01-2017.
My pen, a sickle, that slits my veins
Muck of despair it always drains
Bled-muck dances and sings with me
A song of delight and harmony
They say, "the tears are heart's blood".
Why then still aches when all been shed?
The two wells dry and poetry cries
Words do revive my heart, when dies.
Verses and lines I adore to craft
Lighten my onus, when none is left
My pen does leak the obstruction
And flows the pain of destruction
NÃ ive am I in drafting the poems
Do I learn from my own glooms.
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