He only strews thorns in the path
For unleashing his deadly wrath
I heard some wise men talk
He erased all roads, I have nowhere to walk
The sun doesn’t smile on my hut
Hasty wind is a piercing shrill
Moonlight seems to blaze and gut
An appalling life has a weird thrill
It’s now that I am left at peace
For no one comes and I am at ease
Nothing left but lots of time to think
When driven by fate and held at brink
My story is so enigmatically woven
I have the key, but no doors to open
Future is far misty and blue
Now my world itself is a blurred view
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem