A curse to be sought
Oh, you all stress and pain
enemies of human beings main
you cause havoc like rain
I am helpless and completely drained
why do you make me addict?
medicine discipline is very strict
I always remain sick
i may prefer to drive away you with stick
You have broken my spirit
even small candles I can't lit
I lie on the bed with thousands of thoughts
What more curse for you is to be sought
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
