For a course of leave
with a mood festive
when all were preparing for,
I know you too
were trying...
You longed for life.
and asked about your fate -
we hoped against hope,
tried to pull you up
from the decaying slope.
I never knew
that I was always lying.
You longed for life
for a little long;
so you never failed
to believe the hopeful song -
'You must overcome,
hale and hearty
you will become.
You will overcome.'
Oh no! You were dying.
My hope died, all attempts failed.
Around a bunch of strangers
you scanned for kin of trust,
with many wishes left unuttered
you breathed your last.
Festival was then on
with my love forever gone.
On corpus we shed tears
while your soul
found its heavenly goal -
on earth we stayed to mourn.
Oh, this is very sorrowful...hope this is just a poem10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know Gautam da.. Hope dies... Love dies... but... still we survive... Somehow we survive... Liked your this piece of write too... though sad... :)