Forlorn

When I will die,
Nobody will cry.

Who will remember?
Anybody isn't there.

The body will be destroyed.
Soul will be restored!

Why am I here?
I'm always in fear.

What will happen in the next time?
Leaving doubt I am latent in rhyme.

Nobody likes the asinine.
How can I be fine.

Painty terra trounces in my heart.
Hence I scalp the chromatic mart.

Reviews

[Talen Robert M. Sangma]

I like the poem very much.....well written duet rhyme....

[elvenom]

Nicely written, good rhyme, good work!

[Sundar Momin]

thanks a lot. This is my first writing.
I am trying to write more..

[Salem]

wonderfully done, keep it up

[Sundar Momin]

Thanks .... i'll try