Someone is calling by my name,
That too in the vast multitude;
I cannot answer out of shame,
Nor strength, nor fortitude.
Someone is pursuing me here,
That too in the vast multitude;
Tell me whether I should care,
Or simply be in my solitude.
Someone is searching for strength,
And for me in the multitude;
Waiting for me at length,
With the time of ugly decrepitude.
Someone is bearing all my wrath,
Pretending from the multitude;
And taking tears for the bath,
Embraced all my attitude.
By Ayaz Warith
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Someone should respond to someone's calls instead of keeping quiet and feeling ashamed...talkin helps; communication is the key to our issues. good poem.