Sometimes I feel that
There is no end to my woe
That is getting thicker day by day
As if it is made only to grow
Nothing special I have achieved
Till date as I am busy fighting
To make my two ends meet
With pains of struggle hiding
There is no end to my work
As I have many mouths to feed
Ahead the road is dark for me
Sans love my heart is made to bleed
I am losing my fight day by day
And have lost my youth and charm
No one is there to share love with me
Though to no one I have done any harm
Disillusioned with this struggle
Wish the end for me to come soon
No more I can walk the thorny path
This life to me has not come as a boon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem