Like an aimless dart i have lost my course
But i do feel the completeness of a wayward bullet
Though it missed its target, it still hits something else
and completes its existence.
This hide and seek of my true self,
How long have i been the all knowing bystander
Yet like an impotent male i breed nothing
The longing of a barren hill to bear weeds at least,
Who again would know it nor man or beast.
On my weighed soul, i seek 7 pounds
An maybe an ounce of fulfilment.
A trace of totality.
Last fight draws near,
The arsenal is incomplete.
I feel in the silent dark corners
Await the vigilant coroners
I bid adieu to my dear old friend
But to her i say i will see you again
But not today, let me pen this anguish down
Let my arguments with god be heard.
Let my disagreement with him be noted
Let him repent his actions
As the logic leaves me by
It feels like the wind is blowing way my soul,
I take a bow towards eternity and feel complete
Is this embracing death?
Or is this life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem