Darkness in the room, as dark as night;
My life was darken, as dark as twilight.
Dark was the dream, darken than than my might.
Dark was the birth; darken than the midnight.
Dark was the man, as dark as his deeds;
No one came for my help, when I was in need
I was in the death bed, deadly my disease was,
Death was waiting for me, as I was waiting for death.
good poem....think u must hv been so upset while writing this poem...dis poem cud be a good companion to anyone while being sad...but y so sad? ? ? ....nice peice...tc.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There seems too much darkness in your life, but a day will come when bright light shall shine. And even death will have to surrender you as life would be waiting for you with open arms. Nicely written.