It was always the same...
In the evening I dread the night
It was always the same...
In the night I dread the morning
It was always the same...
In the morning I dread facing life
Everyday...of my life
Every day... thrice
I sigh...
I pray...
I try...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so intriguing.....and so sad