An Unhappy Life
I was romping and rollicking with fun
Standing on a treacherous bog
My sky was blue and clear
But suddenly it is covered with silent fog.
I could walk miles after miles
Without taking pause or rest
In cricket or football ground
I was considered as best.
Now I can not walk even a furlong
Time has reduced my length
Without gesture or premonition
Now I am a man lack of vigour and strength.
Fleeting time was running hurriedly
Without my knowledge and understanding
I couldn’t even perceive that, very near
The mouth of death, I am lonely standing.
I remember the sunny days
When I was wild and violent
Cruel destiny has stolen these days
In a way, that is terribly silent.
Life is a drama, we play here
And it has a terrible ending
Happiness and sufferings are two sides of life
With a very wonderful blending
Life has snatched joys from me
In a very callous and pathetic way
I am swimming endlessly
In the middle of a violent bay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem