With open hands I came into this world,
Different from the rest of my kind.
Innocence to the brim of my eyes,
Sounds that yet had to make any sense.
Words learned and words said,
Grown enough to breed necessities.
Started to fight for what I want,
Some hurdles tackled and stumbled over few.
Eyes went far and breached the lines,
Surge of emotions like never before.
Magic of love now seeped through my veins,
Pain and loss waited on the other side.
Knowledge evolved from past,
Armed and ready now was I.
Chased success alone and bravely,
Wrote my own fate with head kept high.
Ticking clock marked my losing streak,
Wealth and health drained through my soul.
Wrinkled mortality now my possession,
Memories trying to resurrect me (in vain) .
The Last breath I still remember,
Wisdom inhaled and regrets exhaled.
Now I am lost in a place I do not know,
Where am I? Who am I? What am I? I do not know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Last breath I still remember, Wisdom inhaled and regret exhaled. Nicely written, Vishal. Thanks
Thank You Kelly.