In the cold lap of painful life..
I think about the warm arms of death..
Yet i breathe…
In the piercing eyes of existence
I wish to disappear with my wounds..
Yet i stay in sight..
In the hurting noise of being alive..
I hope to hear the whispers of peace and rest..
Yet my heart beats in chest!
Author ~ Samin Jan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem