Sorrow Of My Life
/Sorrow is like desolate lands
barren and dry built on sinking sands
sorrow is like a tree in the east winds
like a lonely meadow, when dawn sweeps in.
Sorrow is more than, an unhappy sigh
sorrow is near when a loved one dies
sorrow is cold and full of tears
sorrow made true all my darkest fears.
Sorrow will never make me glad
sorrow gift is to make me sad
there is no where to hide
even inside my head.
By Mohammad Wasif
From: India