“Contentment” by Eureka C. Bianzon

A man lying on richness was complaining much His money and property no one should dare to touch Greediness to share even left food on his plate A man with horror attitude he contemplate Golden stones he owned in his huge palace His own contentment, the happiness of his life A boastful man believing his …

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“Each night hurts” by Eureka C. Bianzon

Now I lay down on my bed Comforting myself with a pillow on my head  Each night hurts knowing there will never be A chance for you to be right here beside me Hearing your soft voice  Whispering "I love you" to my ear Reminiscing those moments of joy  Turns my smile with tears Sweet …