O woe! The sky is thin, listless. <br />O woe! The stars are withered, extinguished. <br />O woe! The winds are still, dead. <br />O woe! The world is inhabited by graves. <br />O woe! Today, words have turned to stone. <br />O woe! Again and again, my heart swells, bursts, melts. <br />O woe! Do not ever become like me. <br />O woe! The waters of love are poisonous, <br />O woe! The road is long and harsh, <br />O woe! And ankle deep in thorns. <br />O woe! Here, you are robbed of everything . <br />O woe! Even death is not for you. <br />O woe! Today, the songs of love are bitter. <br />O woe! But sweet is this poison, sweet.<br /><br />Shiv Kumar Batalvi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-woe/
