When everything was at stake
I was unable to hold on my dreams
For the primitive desire
That still lingers on
The fossils of primates
Though that life is forgotten tale
With passing of time
I will never abondon my sovereign traits
As I stay in a closet
With no noise and no voice
And no step will be getting closer
To the door
Just when I stare at the roof
I see no sky
which is kind enough
To keep me as uttered voice
In the silence of deafness
The laws which hold
This universe intact
Suffer the Cruelties of the time
Waiting for the end of the days
Prone to the judgment
Reaved on settlement
Where no one fits to survive
No one claims to yonder through
The luxuries of life
Like the dire wolves
It is bitter to be remembered
A forgotten way of desert
Straying and waiting for promises
Longing for inborn sovereignty
Paralyzed by inaction
Where defining moments can be mortifying
From the self-inflicted suffering
With a privilege to necrosis
And ongoing decay.
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow...nice poem..i love this part especially Like the dire wolves It is bitter to be remembered A forgotten way of desert Straying and waiting for promises i can never express like that....Love it..keep it up