Balouch keeps grip on
Hope so tight
Asif wants to glide free
Tormented, shattered
Tortured by past
No happiness remains in me
Rose from pitch of darkness
Feelings tho I feel
Taunting, giggling,
Smirk face fate
Kept vultures eye
For soul to body leave
Make me rose petals bed
Sit beside where I lie
Sing a song with silent smile
Lullabies to make me calm
Before I was flying so high
Soon I will be six foot deep
Leaving the fake world behind
To meet my eternity sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope so tight rose from pitch. Wonderful imagery really. Amazing sharing.