I laid in sorrow,deep distress
My grief a proud man heard
His looks were cold;
He gave me gold, but not a single word.
My sorrow passed; my phases last
The gold he gave to me;
After certain hindrances,
I paid back to him.
Vinay Tiwari
M.A. (Final)
Department of English
Banaras Hindu University
it needs more length...
ReplyDeletegood poem.