My eyes turn weary,
The hollows are so teary.
Peeping from side to side,
I'm staggering against my own life.
Now, am not willing to spend a moment more,
This thought chills my veins & turns my throat sore.
The pain of losing my momentary beloved ones,
Is pitted against the bliss of solitude afterwards.
Not knowing where to put my foot next,
I'm keen to put myself forever to rest.
My life is cipher,
With no bit of sense hooked to it together.
Hey, I bid my final farewell to you..
God, I hand ov'r myself to you..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice expression, keep on writing.