Abdul Sattar - Frustration

When the soft mild eyes sore
The moment is pleasant no more
The heart strings does not play
The song of beauty is no more heard
The mood is feeling dejection
Headache begins to violate
The laws of peace and brain
The nerves feel sever pain
All is well but not well again
Thoughts are captured by dismay
Nights comes in the bright day
Day suffers with the night's gloom
And happiness vanishes from the screen
Then hold your pen and write
The story of your sorrows and fatigue
Converge your words on a paper
Like roses on a bunch hanging down
Feel yourself in nature's hands
Select colorers of your dream
And make a bunch of rosy words
To hide the thorns of frustration

Abdul Sattar

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