Life is a long lonely walk
with no aim and destination
simply accepting what comes
my way.
Tried of efforts and scared of dreams
cause no effort is rewarded
and no dream completed.
No love, no friend, no purpose
Alas! I lived in vain and
still coping up with this burden.
Only duties to done
I breathe in and out
so called life I never lived.
Why any body hate me?
am not I a man?
did not same god create me?
and bid me live.
A pot full of miseries
with little value and hope
where did i go?
often found love in hate
death in life, life is dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem