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sorrow

sorrow

Tell me,tell me,why I have so much sorrow. Im sick of today,im sick of tomarrow. I wish there was another life I could borrow. To take me away from this constant sorrow.

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Ravindra Kumar

It is only the need of optimistic outlook in life. without such expectation the entire universe looks alike dark night. Moreover, we should worry about our past deeds. Always try to make the present glorious. Thank you. The poem has sufficient symptoms of didactic nature.

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Shirley Pourbaba

Hi NIkki

A Short and a nice poem, and such is life, short sweet, and or how one chooses to label it. for in a blink of an eye it can be over. For me life is a 2 way street, which on one way joy travels and on the opposite sorrow, and our journey will be decided upon how they both greed each other at each bend. 

Kind regards 

Majnoon

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Jimmy Arnold

Hello Nikki,

No one could have said it any better than the two of you,(Ravindra, Lady-Shirley),just as, there’s no one, (Nikki), that could have presented  this  poem, any grander than you. And  possess that it does, all essence of surrendered possibilities, to what once were, our  days of desired  subjugation, though lost to and held captive, to our highly  anticipated  and brighter  tomorrows.......Pretty poem in deed..

Sincerely,

Jim   

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