Just while walking on the path,
I saw the there is no road only the end.
Because there is no way further,
Unwillingly i have to bend.
The life is the replica of that way,
Where I have no path to chose.
How clever is that almighty,
In every way I will definitely loose.
All paths are closed,
Weather I choose any other to go.
I am going in the hands of doom,
No one can defend, the cruel end.
I can't beg for the mercy in any way,
Here i am confused what to say.
Because it is the last edge of my life,
And the end of days.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem