Sometimes my time goes wrong
And my heart sinks low
I lose all hope in the battle of life
My thoughts cease to flow
I wish that day should come soon
When I will be laid low
From the dust I have taken birth
To the dust I should go
The day to be dust.....vl come for all, until then dystrophy off all ur worries and live and enjoy the music of life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think we all have days like that. No matter where you are or who you are. Nicely done.