a painfull Legend passes through my eyes
I See an lost travler Stumbling at night
He is crying with pain and thrust
who is break down his heart
Darkness pervails and no ray of light
Some times he Sway and push by air
his eyes weard dust layer
his life cut off from thread as kite
No one Can trace his sign of feet
an motionless chill will grab his boady heat.
In search of love he will lost his Life
he always being wanting for Smile
and Sent with mercylessly on excile
Not a Single word of sympathy will write
at the day break, Storm will calm and still
and lost travler found dead at hill
no one mourn at the sight
: written by: jatinder aulakh,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem