Category : POETRY
I Keep all my grief in my heart
With no entry mark
Whenever emotions are high
I look back at things that make me cry
Some grief I overcome
And throw them out
Some are still that hurt me a lot
Losing my father an daughter
Are the extreme shocks
Passport of my father
Dress of my premature daughter
Are the things that make me dry
Emotions come out in a loud cry
Asking them where are you and why?
Then for some time, I sleep
All the emotions are sweep
Coming back again to life
That I have to survive
With the people whom I love
For me, the world is a small cove.

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