I have devoted my time to this
And I have keen my energy
this day and it never come!
Like less traveled road
Always looms for the pedestrians
The pedestrians don't like going through it
and jungle without a mighty lion,
Feeling lonely.
A dry land waits for a rain
But the rain is rich with empty promises
'I am coming' the rain
And it's likely to rain indeed.
And never rain
I am looking forward to.
I am still waiting like a passenger,
Who waits for a bus in the early hours of winter morning?
When he hear the sound, he look!
With the gigantic jacket and the hand in a pocket,
But the teeth out.
I am similar to Noah with hope,
Waiting for the flood.
Patiently waiting just like a train passenger
Keep on checking time!
I am not waiting for my master
With my paycheck
I am waiting for the day
Like old sick man who awaits for the death
And the death never shows up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem