My nerves are raw
My mind is a jumble
Made my hands tremble
I cannot hold on to anything
Or lift anything for long
Why do I suffer this plight?
I was comfortable
Seeking alms door to door
Had I not begged for a boon
That gave me all I wanted
Even things I did not need
I undid myself
It was my greed
That unnerved me
Unsteadied my mind
And made my hands tremble
That shook me apart
Dimmed my eyes
That I cannot see
Bright maybe the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes this happens Sir. We fail to honor what brought us goodwill. We realise our mistake only when destruction is full. An insightful poetry.