Poetry from Young and Old   Three Poems  

Vidushi Koul 

More and More

When thorns in your path are more,

The flowers die in your heart's core.

When the tears in the eyes are more,

The ship of life sinks without a shore.

When the pain in the heart grows more,

The despairs and miseries of life come to the fore.

When the heart is numb and sore,

The arrows of pain do not hurt any more.

The Soul and the Tears

Eyes are the windows of the soul.

The tear drops relieve it of its' burdens.

When the mind is in turmoil

And the heart is aching,

Like raindrops tears flow out,

To soothe the soul in pain.

Lost

There is nothing left to say,

I have lost my way.

The hand that held me so long.

It is lost, which was always so strong

There is left no aim,

I have even lost my name.

Heaven I had sought to seek,

But alas! now I am too weak.

Vidushi Koul'

DISCLAIMER:

The views expressed in the Article above are Author’s personal views and kashmiribhatta.in is not in any way responsible for the opinions expressed in the above article.

Courtesy: Koshur Samachar: November, 1996