sorrows beseech pain
Talk to me son, of your sorrows
When your face was inundated
By nothing but tears
That surged from your eyes
But deep down your heart
Just like river Nile that wanders aimlessly
Through soft grounds and rocks
Tell me, where did your sorrows conceal?
Was it under your bed?
Or else was it behind that smiling sad face?
Was it in the lonely dark corners of your room?
Wherever makes no sense
Because the world knows
Sorrows beseech pain or meant for pain.
