Am sad and gloom
More bleak than a sunken loom
Alas! How my heart unhappy bloom
None is here to share my sorrowful loom
No friend, no love, what then have I in this world
Why am I so thus draped?
Why are my days unhappy grooming
Why are my days a dooming hate bring
Why are the lying, the nagging and the deceit at my door knocking?
Where s love, happiness, fulfillment hiding
Why are they past my door roaming?
That occasionally when they walk by
In seconds I feel them lurking
Am I tired, am I different
Am I so desolate and without hope
Do I quit or should I go on
Should I lose and take it as it comes
Can my dreams come true?
Or are they albeit totally absurd
All this stuffs and dreams
Isn’t it a part of life as it is?
Self-questioning is true introspection. Great men like Buddha questioned themselves before giving an answer to the sufferers of the world! Keep thinking and let your thoughts help you to awaken the ignorants.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ritten beautifully i found it touching keep up the work