How many pieces were broken in me, no one knows!
How many nights did I cry, no one knows!
Holding my hand was a favour of you.
Anonymous I was,
Then name you gave,
Inadvertently what I did in the past,
Forgive me, my lord,
How much did I cry in loneliness!
Forgive me, my lord.
How did the crime happen from me,
So that I was guilty,
Why would someone share my pain,
There were thorns in my lap,
How did I do the crime!
Unfortunately bad prayer accepted,
Today was the regret,
That I'd begin to cry,
My lord knew my situation,
What I'd say to you,
About my incomplete story,
How many pieces were broken in me, no one knows!
How many nights did I cry, no one knows!
~ Mery Ruaid
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Poetrypoetry is not a turning loose of emotions , but an escape from emotion ; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality . But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from...
