Clouds are raining
Or crying my pain.
End of the day,
Or end of the faith.
Torn apart from the world,
As it is only source of sorrow,
Where would I leave to
Seek peace of mind now.
After losing all, I'm left with
Family, friends and little faith
On the world, that once God has made
Family scattered aftermath
And in struggle, no time to maintain friends
And rest people ended
my last faith
from this gone world
now no attachments from any human race
I want to search into the nature
To find the essence of eternal
Peace and harmony which God placed
In every bit of this universe.
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Little Of My Life
PoetryHello Dear Reader Honestly! I don't know how to welcome, May be it's because I hardly get social. So let's start straight as the title of my poetry collection 'Little of my life' says stories of me or of any life, love happens to everyone, when peop...
