
Under the stings of the years, the candles of longing melt inside me
Inside I feel like a cursed devil
I have committed a great sin that saddened me today
In my heart is a buried pain, the bottom line is that I am sick and ill
So, O spring, knock on my door so that I may cling to the firm hope
And do not leave me alone to achieve my great longing
O winter, leave me, for you make me live as a prisoner
And I who carried the wounds of the years alone as if I were an orphan?
So what should I do to get rid of you, O my buried sadness?
So what should I do to be on the straight path of God?
I cry from the stabs of the days like a wounded, yearning and longing person
And I know that my illness has made my pain a state of division
So what should I do to get rid of the glow of Salim's sun
And forget the wound of the past and have mercy on myself?
So what should I do to get rid of my habits that made me stingy
And get used to generosity and goodness to be generous in my life?
What should I do with you, O sadness, when you are the one who stole the years and left me alone, lost in the middle of the desert like an animal?
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.



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