One night, I was all alone;
With some grieves and few moans;
No one was there to give me a shoulder;
I was all alone, with grieves, like boulder;
The friends, whom I trust;
When I called them, they were hard like earth's crust;
I thought myself, as the centre of world;
All people made fun of me and twirled;
All my hopes demolished and eyes got swollen, because of flowing river of tears;
People taunted, and their comments made me pierce;
One thing, i realized, during this hard experience;
No one is humble, in real, unlike, as their appearence;
Then again, one night, i was all alone;
With some tragic grieves and some horrifying moans;
With a fresh hope, awaiting for a dear friend's phone;
Still lying on my bed, all alone! ! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful ink.raw and sweet.loved it, Tehniat.