when destiny prevails and gatherings of clouds over the head,
when graves are full, no place to bury the unluckiest dead,
a ray of hope still makes us working with a comfort ease
however frown we may be, a request is there on the lips, saying please
hardwork prevails the destiny of brave, no fool is allowed
and, habitual actions just mean saying, i have shown
we are the seeds of death, growing to die at a moment
i lost myself, and not in a mood of searching times i lost
i have a jar of blood into my head, that keeps me alive
and, your love, the two faced coin, never loyal to me
you proved fatal to me and i bear the pain silently
what a person could do in case someone stolen his biography.
No one can steal your biography! It is not tangible, can not be saved or borrowed. It is within you. forever
this is a well written poem. I lost myself and not in hte mood of searching times lost.
this is a well written poem. I lost myself and not in hte mood of searching times lost.
a very live and natural feel reading such a wonderful and talented write your talent is blooming day by day and may god bless you all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello poet Vishal. This was a very interesting read and great title. Loyd