However much occupied I remain
Throughout the day
Lonliness gets the better of me
At night when I lay
The torture begins unabating
Continuously for hours
Other blessings seem insignificant
They loose their meaning
Stabbed in the heart
Profusely bleeding
Fate is mercyless
And insecurity killing
My soul cries out to God
What have I done
Is there an end to this punishment
Is there any healing?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, its such a sad fact of life.. inspite of being surrounded by millions one is so lonely at times.. but then.. if only one reaches out.. one can find a 'kindered soul'