Inner scream
The day is so beautiful:
It seems to waken my heart
From its half sleep.
Apart the sky clothes blue;
Makes bright by the golden rays,
The evergreen below
On the mountains shine.
The universe becomes
Full art of beauty
To behold the weary hearts
And awe the surprising mind.
Yet , after all this !
Realm of beauty
Brings no reliefs,
Gives no insight
To the broken child —
Which screams inside me
And makes me broken;
Breaking apart so hurt,
Hurt that even tears
Can't explain what it might
And how it's like!
Oh, inners clash!
Why tears down my heart,
Crushing me apart:
Leaving no delight of the nature's bright —
The beauty I long to keep inside.
For the echoes cry and shout
From the broken child .
In agony I plea to the healing stream ;
The bliss of heaven—
The shower of comfort;
From the inner scream ,
My child bring forth.
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