Still in darkness…
A girl, a daughter, a lover, a mother,
There are many names to utter.
But still men are preferable,
Because they have they own level.
Many a times they have been beaten,
And a no. of dreams that has been forgotten.
Still they are eager to make a position,
Which can be never achieved but in fiction.
A real star in life,
But still so far from light.
Even after achieving zenith’s height,
They have a fear for spooky nights.
Now too they have a passion,
This has been crushed more than their action.
But still men are preferable,
Coz they have their own level.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem