here I'm....
and my pain written on sand....
wishing that someday...
it will rain on my barren land...
that was my school's competition days...
everyone's parents are here,
but im still in middle of maze.
i can listen to the sounds of cheering them...
and i just closed my eyes,
and never blame....
It was days of spring,
for a normal child...
I always had my lunch so mild....
but I kept writing my pain,
on the sand....
somehow I found her to hold my hand....
it was like the greenery on my barren land...
you have to trust that candle beam...
knowing that it will end with pushing you in the scream....
I kept walking on that deprived road....
searching for a place to explode...
but I just hide myself in the secretcode....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Anish Chouhan!