FOR A CONFUSED MIND, AND UNSAID THOUGHTS THAT 'I' KEEP:
From this Hour Glass I leap off,
with the disguise that i keep;
searching for my identity in this mist,
Strangling in the hands of fate,
My present is ge'in ruined like the past did;
And this continues as it has, ALWAYS;
Life ain't easy n i know it well,
i.e. why i keep on sailing away from this hell;
I hope i ge' saved soon,
May be 'God' pay me for some of my earlier boons
Till then i Pretend to be honest and faithful,
May be some day i meet the 'Destiny';
Cause I don't Know whether its 'BEGINNING OR THE END'
til then I RUN;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great beginning...........when u dont know whether it is the beginning or the end why dont you start from the middle and set a trend? my friend.....well penned