I wake up in the morning,
through the window i do stare,
thinking about all the things,
regretting the things all over there..
how the life had turned upside down,
how i don't have a person who cares,
how i am living a lonely life,
with no one at my eyes to stare...
the pain which is my eyes,
i am all alone and in despair,
my pain is building up inside,
and there is no one who shares, ...
Dying slowly from within now,
i dont have anyone who stops me right there,
when i wake up in the morning,
and through the window i do stare..!
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