my eyes;
full of tears
looking at the door
with fear
the solitude has filled my soul
my body is bleeding
as my trust on world
i am thinking
should i run; should i fear
should i cry; should i shout
or swallow the pain filled with tears.
bit when i try to move
i feel my hands lame
i try, try hard to recover
tell my mum
but she is hardly believing
i feel so lonely
in this people's crowd
my childhood
it has been threatened
by the black clouds
came over my life
as a dark night
with no light
and again, when i try to come out
the devil comes again
and makes me afraid
of the world which is feline out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
many times the devils we fear reside deep within....the question is do we try hard enough to identify the devil....of fear nice lines ***