Why my feet are crumbling?
What is worrying and nailing?
Is it rough weather for sailing?
Is there no opportunity for availing?
Well all unanswered question suddenly attack,
I recollect and answer them back,
Something I find amusing and missing,
Bitter taste even in kid’s kissing?
All of sudden I rise from the bed,
Stories appear in mind as they were fed,
Slight knock or sound create panic,
Even it travels at speed sub sonic,
Is the body loosing its grip?
Not ready or prepared for any more trips?
Is it feared to be tripped?
Body can’t walk and slipped,
Hands shake and eyes loose sight,
Strength seems gone and no more fight,
No idea where to go left or right?
Dark all over and away from the light,
It is not the time to get loose idea,
Chances may be going away in new area,
I make only one and good plea,
Nothing matters if one dropp is taken from sea,
It is stop or halt to a life,
You will have to go even if time is not rife,
No body is immortal and will have to depart,
Say yes to good bye and happily depart,
Past events may pass as trailer,
Signal will serve as mailer,
People will be heard chanting slogans,
Body may feel shiver, weakening the organs,
It is just process that goes on for ever,
No regret or happiness however,
Wiser may take it as new challenge,
Nothing to loose and nothing to avenge
What is worrying and nailing? Is it rough weather for sailing? Is there no opportunity for availing
Well all unanswered question suddenly attack, I recollect and answer them back
Something I find amusing and missing, Bitter taste even in kid’s kissing
Well all unanswered question suddenly attack, I recollect and answer them back, Something I find amusing and missing,
Why my feet are crumbling? What is worrying and nailing? Is it rough weather for sailing?
Why my feet are crumbling? What is worrying and nailing? Is it rough weather for sailing?
Who will rise and revolt? Removing the screws and junk bolt, This can be done with ease and resolve
All of sudden I rise from the bed, Stories appear in mind as they were fed, Slight knock or sound create panic, Even it travels at speed sub sonic,
Well all unanswered question suddenly attack, I recollect and answer them back, Something I find amusing and missing,
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I would like to translate this poem
Is it rough weather for sailing? Is there no opportunity for availing?