Sufferings, pain and agony <br />Reach me wherever I am; wherever they live; <br />Of a lone traveler’s feelings and all he suffers <br />In that journey, <br />Comes to me, makes me understand. <br />No matter how huge is loneliness <br />And no matter where it lies, <br />It’s bound for my eyes to see. <br />Small or large, every type of silence, <br />Of spring’s sorrow in fall, <br />Of a broken heart crying and wailing, <br />Is understood, always. <br />I open the doors of a world unseen, <br />And I collect it all, my hearing, seeing, feeling, <br />And start to write a poem.<br /><br />Dr. Afaq A. Qureshi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forms-shapes-lines/
