Category : Poems

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SATAN asks, "can a heart have any secret?"
Replies a Angel, "of course my lord, lots, just like the vast island crete."
"And what about sorrows?"
"I guess much more than secrets when placed in rows."

"Does the world knows that?"
"yes, my supremo but it hides itself like the countless hairs inside the hat."

"Is it a good habit anyway?"
"No, Dear but the world has left its shame longback in its way, 
Even the creatures don't hesitate nor lament sitting on a bay,
Instead keeps moving on shamelessly with out any words to say."

"Greater are your reply not cold,
Would make even everyone think, no matter whether they are young or old.
Powerful is your saying O ANGEL, for you are not mad,
I, SATAN admit it, not worried about others happiness or their mood of sad."

SATAN feels happy to dedicate this poem in memory of Henry longfellow's this famous quote:

Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows,
Which the world knows not,
And oftentimes we call a man cold,
When he is only sad.