On his helplessness

My heart breaks when I
look at him helplessly, cry.
The moist eye hardly disposes
mighty eternity the apathy proposes.
For his chronic dilemma knows no end
- utterly powerless to fight or defend.
For a stream of tears is all has he
to reveal his obdurate destiny.
I asked him a lot to share a thought
and bathe in the sanctity my love brought.
In vain, his reticent lips never revealed a word,
locked in his deep mind kept the overflowing discord.
Unconditional love is all I have to give
to heal a pain may be only time can conceal.
The potent weapon of hope I must never leave.
But for now I can only regret his hopelessness.
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Hi
Good One...The best thing i liked is the lavish use of Vocabulory...There are times when u cant help a friend and the best thing you could do is just let him get over his grief himself...The frustration one goes thru in times like these is well described....
very deep
I missed this one. I must go back and see if there are any more I missed. This piece packs a punch. I like this one very much.
mocit
Mocit
This is a true story...
Respectfully,
Amartya