Bring me my coffin,
O’ Father,
Let me take my eternal rest;
Scalded in the fire
Of untold tribulations
Sorry! I am in haste.
My miserable soul rebels
Against your biased scheme;
Exhausted I feel and being in
The upstream all the time
I need to end my dream.
You always scuttled my moves
To be cared and loved;
My trust on you vanished
As you snatched away those
For whom my heart throbbed.
The gifts of misery and misfortune
You bestowed upon me;
Take back please, not to return
And set my soul free.
In the dark cell of moist earth
Dug just three feet deep;
Don’t ever come for once
To disturb my sleep;
What peace, what love
Can you to this world offer?
Let your blessings go to drain
When so many die of hunger.
A very very powerful and moving piece. Can feel the anger and feelings of destitude. Although a sad poem you've conveyed your feelings in a beautiful write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it sounds though cynical, this poem powerfully portrays the fallacy of belief in the face of the world's reality.