A Poem

It seems we wait until others cannot hear
through quiet dedication
appear to প্রদর্শনী appreciation.
For my mind wishes to stray
from words at post expressed
,and have sentiments play
as of sunlight rays
breaking the gray of dark times.
How might I convey my meaning?
A stranger, unknowning of my existence.
Would আপনি care to hear?
If I dared to share,
the amount of respect
I bare?
A champion
use to মতামত mentioning
valuing, treasuring
the tresures আপনি bring.
From these, I cannot differ.
To wait until time withers
I want not.
To wait until an image is placed
in replace of what once was there
to see and be heard
leaving a tear
Is to me, not enough.
Perhaps আপনি won't listen.
Perhaps আপনি won't know.
For I sit among many in the row
Collectively glad to have a chance
to be entertained দ্বারা an entertainer
worth the attention.
We agree with recognition
of your diligence
whole heartedly vociferous
of আপনি and what আপনি do
Please, if ever,a feeling of
never being remembered
comes across your mind.
See this, these thoughts
meant to be kind
and smile
at this poem of mine.





By: LadySilverSoul