There is a surreal shadow
Following me like a ghost;
Since the day of my birth
I have been left alone to
Face the struggle of living
With it: time around me
Follows an angle that is
Unreal; I keep guessing if
Daylight will ever dazzle my
Eyes; if petals bearing scent
Of success will ever get strewn
On my path to realization; I
Like to die hungry like that
Poor man who was washed
Away by flood in the rain;
For now I live the shadow of
My ego like a germ in the
Can of bone, flesh and blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem