SO WHAT I CAN DO WHERE CAN I GO
Heart filled with guilt weighs more than a mountain
Dry as a desert with waves of regrets feeling disdain
Blemished forever nothing can erase the sullied reality
Shame will burn like the flames of fire of immorality
As long as heart is beating there is always guilty feeling
No escape from penitent past there is no place for hiding
One can only repent so much afar from that there is no refuge
As life may forgive but the guilty past comes rolling like deluge
So what can I do where can I go, find I cannot answer
Living I am in remorse hoping to find some remote bower
So what can I do where can I go, burning I am in disgrace
Looking I am to find a way to disappear from earth's face
Etched in life's scroll is every act without any cherry picking
Nothing can change the past but future can be of one's wishing
But it takes the heart that is brutally broken to become forgiving
Then again it is the benevolence of the crying soul to be forbearing
So what I can do where can I go ……………………
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem