Lying on the bed,
my eyes fixed on the ceiling
a thousand emotions runs over me
a havoc it causes in me...
Of things done and
abstained from doing..
of words uttered and failed to...
of feelings hurt...
Here i lie on this silent night
looking at my own personal devil
I see the things i did...
Rising over me from deep inside
a feeling of guilt rides over...
Feeling low indeed, it makes you...
depraved of smiles, it acts to be...
Silently recalling my own act
i lay here...
trying to settle the inner trauma...
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