All dreams has been shattered
now just thoughts are left
to rise in emotions
to give my soul to be cleft
I left my paradise
on a journey with no end
to gather my dreams
which are now part of some sand
I curse those winds
which once came this way
blew away from my grip
bit by bit, peck by peck
and made me lost in the mist
with numb feelings and awed self
like some blind waving
with a yearn something to get
shading tears of blood
on empty hands
crawling and searching the ground
with hope, there might some left
Ah! Balouch
You don't know how it feels
when one sleeps with a yearn to be slept
with no dreams to be found
with no more soul to be cleft
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem