He's not worth the Salt of Your Tears Learn this It may take Months It may even take Years He's not worth the Salt of Your Tears You are pressured To Garland the devil Out of your own Insecurities and Fears He's not worth the Salt of Your Tears You were the perfect Angel You bent over backwards So he would stop humiliating you And causing you Nightmares The best revenge is to live Well Create a beautiful life for yourself Fill your home with flowers So you will permeate With a lovely Smell The best revenge is to live Well Once you do charity in your home Help your neighbor Bring them a lovely gift And ring their Doorbell The best revenge is to live Well Perhaps you will find a Worthy Angel With whom you will enjoy Existence And get along with just Swell
Wow! @SuiDhaaga What a response. This is like watching a rally in tennis that you wanna watch again and again. Something like, Venus Williams is on a small break or let's just say mini-vacation so Serena Williams and Naomi Osaka decide to play a charity match and we are all invited to watch the match PS: I really like your signature style of posting a pic to go with the poem Indeed, a pic is worth a 1000 words.
SD, I hope you are doing well..your poems have pain and hurt..sometimes.. sending hugs that you treasure so much..
Nice one! I like the title too ! I really liked these lines , “You are pressured To Garland the devil Out of your own Insecurities and Fears” It shows a balance, you are not exactly victimizing yourself, but recognize what may have led to garland the devil ! But it doesn’t steal the thunder of the pain you are feeling! And these lines, “The best revenge is to live Well Create a beautiful life for yourself Fill your home with flowers So you will permeate With a lovely Smell” I cannot agree more! Your poem has a real quality and elegance SuiDhaga! It surely permeates fragrance and a little bit sadness ! Keep up the good work !
Thank you so much! Even though we move ahead from the hurt, we still feel pain. But the pain lessens over time.
What a lovely ways express sadness and hope. What was the trigger for such an outpouring? I enjoyed this poem to core. It is said God is omnipresent. So He is in devil too. Devils are too creation of God! At times it looks every human being contain a bit of devil and more of God which Is revealed at times of estrangement. But then to discover an iota of Godliness in Devils, Devis have to bear them with fortitude. Thanks for embellishing the post with added attraction: picture of blooming flowers in riot of colours.
It was Mistt's poem, "Careful be careful" that made me respond. Thank you for the wonderful comments!