I want to tell my untold story
None have time to hear. Reply-Sorry!
Where shall I go and to whom!
Everyone is running like zoom.
I wander riding on the jaded horse
Dark comes down but haven't torch.
Nowhere light of tunnel and hope
Nowhere tickle of the jovial crop.
Magical dark is my armed gang-way
My refugee life is caught by rainy day.
Countless foggy faces of snow-ball
Enchant me but they've no embracing call.
Finding no other means I went to a shoal of fish
They advised gratuitously for going to fallen leaves.
Plastic love is under the teeth of zonked crocodile
And a lock-jaw emotion is being nursed by reptile.
I'm alone like my melancholic chin
My untold story throttles me like Frankenstein.
Now none but I am jaded horse. I've no glory
Where shall I go! Everyone replies—Sorry!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem