Tears tho i shed <br />turns into rhymes <br />with blood thus I wrote <br />stories of denials <br /> <br />Rising falling everyday <br />staring into fake display <br />a canvas which I put on wall <br />turned white, colorless <br />reflecting pale <br /> <br />The sorrow tho I wore <br />I knead them with tears <br />a sack full of pain <br />is my earning put by fate <br /> <br />The yearnings thus I yearn <br />promissed love of my own <br />boat made of hopes <br />flooded away by denials<br /><br />Asif Baloch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mingled-thoughts/
