On the Road of Life
The eyes are full of tears
And the mind drenched with fears
The life seems full of pains
And all efforts brought no gains
So depressed is the heart of the poor
Looking around in need
Wondering about... why is it like this?
To live a life of clay
Where hardwork appears not to pay
Running up and down the road of life
To make a living and meet the needs
Yet nothing comes up as it turns empty
And the mind wonders in wander
Maybe the soul wanders in wonder
Because at the end it all seems to end in vain
Seeking refuge in hope
But it appears hope is for the hopeless
And appears to come very late
Making life very helpless
With time, the pain become part of the mind
And it seems immiseration is not bad at all
And the soul succumbs to the captivity of poverty
That success can never come
There is light at the end of the tunnel
What if life did not last long enough to see the end of the tunnel?
Or what if the tunnel is more than a millions miles away,
How will the body reach when it's already worn away?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Imagination, Saliu. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
Jazib, thanks for you comment. I sure will.