al-muslimah
Junior Member
As I stood there forlorn.. Hoping someone will come around. …
To sit beside me, comfort me, lend an ear and hear my words with out any fear..
And here I start words from my heart with silent thoughts upon a sunset sight…
I asked my self: How a ‘’Perfect World’’ is put on a shelf...Like:
Why do we live in such a world like this, where Peace is just what we miss?
Why do we see hate No true love around, thinking about ourselves is what I found?
Why do people feel afraid of telling the truth, although this is what should be proof?. Like no lies no fake wish we could make….
Why do people favour talking behind backs and spread bad says, while they are keen to hear themselves in many good ways?
Why do we find it hard to trust a person or a near friend? Where everything comes to an end after it had bent and difficult to mend??
So then I sat on the shore…
No light anymore…
Quite waves are just what I saw...
Thinking of what I said...
‘Can it be true or am I dead’?
Living in harmony or peace cannot be even said …
Is it because the world doesn’t want to change??
Or is it the people that are in the same range??
Is there a way my joy can come back?
Yes...
‘’only in a perfect world can be, beginning with myself that’s me..!!
I hope you enjoyed my poem… and I wish I could find answers to what I have wrote coz I’m lost in this world ..Thank you..
To sit beside me, comfort me, lend an ear and hear my words with out any fear..
And here I start words from my heart with silent thoughts upon a sunset sight…
I asked my self: How a ‘’Perfect World’’ is put on a shelf...Like:
Why do we live in such a world like this, where Peace is just what we miss?
Why do we see hate No true love around, thinking about ourselves is what I found?
Why do people feel afraid of telling the truth, although this is what should be proof?. Like no lies no fake wish we could make….
Why do people favour talking behind backs and spread bad says, while they are keen to hear themselves in many good ways?
Why do we find it hard to trust a person or a near friend? Where everything comes to an end after it had bent and difficult to mend??
So then I sat on the shore…
No light anymore…
Quite waves are just what I saw...
Thinking of what I said...
‘Can it be true or am I dead’?
Living in harmony or peace cannot be even said …
Is it because the world doesn’t want to change??
Or is it the people that are in the same range??
Is there a way my joy can come back?
Yes...
‘’only in a perfect world can be, beginning with myself that’s me..!!
I hope you enjoyed my poem… and I wish I could find answers to what I have wrote coz I’m lost in this world ..Thank you..
