“Do you have a count of the days I lived in pain?
Or of those inundated tears I shed in vain?
Do you witness my solitary nights so sleepless?
Is it my destiny you endorsed or my fate so ruthless?
What have I done to face such insurmountable fears?
And fight against this strife of death through all these years.
Am I bearing the yoke of your sins in the murky night?
Is it a morbid nightmare; or yet another form of my fright?
Am I the sun that set before its rise,
or a sinless lamb you bore to sacrifice?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem