An Unhappy Life
I was romping and rollicking with fun
Standing on a treacherous bog
My sky was blue and clear
But suddenly it is covered with silent fog.
I could walk miles after miles
Without taking pause or rest
In cricket or football ground
I was considered as best.
Now I can not walk even a furlong
Time has reduced my length
Without gesture or premonition
Now I am a man lack of vigour and strength.
Fleeting time was running hurriedly
Without my knowledge and understanding
I couldn’t even perceive that, very near
The mouth of death, I am lonely standing.
I remember the sunny days
When I was wild and violent
Cruel destiny has stolen these days
In a way, that is terribly silent.
Life is a drama, we play here
And it has a terrible ending
Happiness and sufferings are two sides of life
With a very wonderful blending
Life has snatched joys from me
In a very callous and pathetic way
I am swimming endlessly
In the middle of a violent bay.
A philosophic poem but thinking of death at this stage of life! Anyway a a nice poem.
Aren't you still too young to see yourself at the mouth of death? I read and enjoyed this sad poem! All this music and all that noise again! It's a pity, though I can understand if life has treated you too badly! But isn't there always a personal choice in how to live?
This is life, at some point we all have to face this. Well knitted with nice images. Thank you.10
Philosophical. Nice poem. I agree life is a drama But do we play it? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate and sympathize. Thanks, Shakil Peace