CELEBRATE BIRTHDAY OF HIS OWN DEATH
There might be someone else who is willing
To celebrate the birthday of his own death.
He is tired of unbearable grief and pain
That each part of his body, compelled to bears.
He shouts aloud, for the mercy of death, then.
He reluctantly enjoys pleasure of morphine
Inside the veil of grief, pain and fear.
Black clouds always roam above his head
To transform his hope of life into despair.
He shouts aloud, for the mercy of death, then.
He begs help with his own life
Not to cling with his rotten flesh.
He feels guilty of family tension
As cost treatment beyond their reach.
He shouts aloud, for the mercy of death, then.
The disease swallowed his house and farm
Bank felt proud to announce rising profit -trend.
The state perceives no responsibility even then
What an unbearable pain of untreatable life is!
He shouts aloud, for mercy of death, then
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very sad and touching poem displaying that life can be so much cruel with some one. Thanks for sharing this shed of life.