Moving all across, lonely through the streets;
Watching the love, feelings and
emotions between the people;
Bros and sisters, husbands and wives, and lovers;
Level of emotions increasing in my heart,
And I just move forward, leaving a tear drop on the path;
Stepping a every footstep with a hope, that some would call me back;
But none of them have seen me as a moving creature.
Walking alone along the path, below the lighting street lamps;
Even my shadow keeps on moving away from me;
But I still keep moving on, so that it reaches me again;
Every tear drop explains the moments that I spent alone,
Every second of my life explains me, how to wipe my own tears;
Living alone, sharing feelings with myself, switching a smile to the world with a cry inside,
Have become my hobbies.
When I turn the pages of my dairy,
Nothing seemed to be graceful;
Except the empty pages, resembling my empty life.
But I still hold the pen with a hope,
That some one at some time will help me to move on! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
My past made me to learn, not to believe even your close ones;
But it is so hard to walk on with thirst of love and happiness.
And finally...
I start to move on, with a ray of hope, that is making my way along;
Not knowing, will I reach my destination or my end! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem