Concrete Sorrow

How many
how long
will you burn?

Until all sorrows end
I have no other way out.
All blue may turn dark
I don't care.
Don't they see I am burning sorrows?

Other day
this old man whom you see sitting in tiny stall
gave me a cigarette and said
'Burn your sorrows
and here it is in concrete.'

by Rokon Uddin

Comments (2)

Wow! Beautiful! Wonderful creativity!
A nice story well articulated and nicely penned to drive home the conviction of the poet. Keep writing and thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.