When my boat was caught in storm
And tossed back and fore.
There was darkness all around
And I could not see any oar.
I sobbed and I wept blood.
My tears were not cared.
I called upon Gods and people.
But my calls were never answered.
Life is an unending war
Which goes on and on.
Those who lost it, died.
Those who won, are also gone.
We waste our entire life
To impress the people around.
We Keep planning to love ourselves
Until we enter the ground.
Halt, o you unkind waves!
Get lost you selfish comrade.
Let me love myself for a moment.
Let me be for awhile glad.
My life is my problem.
I fight my demons alone.
I have teary eyes but tiger chest.
I face every thunder and cyclone.
My joys will be only my joys.
My losses will make me grieve.
But you all fake sympathisers,
I order you to immediately leave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem