My Poems!

Sorrow for me is the time of being a loner
A wait to have a look at my fortune turner

Though the world seems to condemn this feeling forever
It always is like a thorn that prevents the flower to be plucked whenever

The flower gets the fame the thorn only gets the blame
World still remains a place where the ugly is tamed

Sorrow is a time when a person tries to count his worth
Although the recurring memories of failures keep splashing forth

It is the time when the smile becomes the most precious gift
But a loner you are on the day as no one stays to give you a lift

The footprints of happy times evade from the thoughts
And the winds of change again bring a challenge to be fought