Cry not any one when I breathe my last
For my exit deserves a tear-less farewell
This world I came with lots of hopes
The life I craved for like any other soul
I dreamt it big but ended up in dismay
Kind was the God in giving me this birth
Agitated He was while writing my fate
Tensed He was while denting my future
Bestowed the life in a space less tunnel
Up above the tunnel lies the world of comforts
The light at the other end is the hope for life
Crawling is the only way to reach out the other end
Three steps I slip down while crawling four steps ahead
Year by year the tunnel grows in length
Yet my journey not reached yet halfway through
Though my life span crossed halfway mark
Not me alone in this painful journey
Millions of others rapped up in such tunnels
countless voices that cry in silence
stop their fight while breathing their last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though my life span crossed halfway mark Not me alone in this painful journey Dear poet Somanathan, please do not get discouraged. It is still only half way mark. The second half is with a new knowledge and a mature view. Keep writing, keep working, and you will make it really worthwhile. You know what you missed in the first half. Beautiful poem though. Thank you.