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