I was alone when I woke up
It was deep dark through the alley,
It was wild either than mild
I was kept in a dark trough;
There is no more blood in my veins as;
there is only melancholy in my veins.
I was stifled to see human greediness through extreme sense of crime!
Either I followed the dark paths which is being followed..
So the footprints will never end!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem