The world is burning
with heavy flames of greed.
Let me sleep,
I am no more in need.
Let me sleep, O! rising sun
For your rays make me blind.
Let me sleep in empty heaven,
for there is no place for kind.
Let me sleep, my sweet mother!
for your child needs no proud.
Let me sleep in laps of hell,
for this sick paradise is crowd.
Let me sleep where all have slept
with their blind open eyes.
Let me sleep where no wisdom rise,
for my lonely soul cries.
Undoubtedly an exquisite piece of poem..!!uve used words so beautifully to describe d pain of solitary ppl!! Well done..commendable job
Thats sad..but well written Shubham..You have described the feelings in a different way..good piece..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work...