Poems Collection

Tears are my pillars,
Fine water crystals,
Rains of sorrows,
How will we remove this hollow,
It is not fair enough,
It is never enough,
There are puddles and seas waiting for us.

I love to be perfect,
But we are never perfect,
I love to grow roses,
But I can not because the soil is not perfect,
Fresh rains of sorrows or
Fine crystals of water,
There are puddles and seas waiting for us.

Tears, Tears and Tears,
Fears, Fears and Fears,
My eye aches,
My heart aches,
What? Am I too late?
There are puddles and seas waiting for us.

We have to bare everything in life,
Take it as a pillar twisted thrice,
Am I the only one who has to change?
Or are you or you definitely the same.

This poem was written/submitted by Oneeza Cheema.