Wandering realms of deserted dimensions, searching for
answers in every corner.
Finding steps being retraced back to intellect, wondering
what is to come in the near future as we altogether keep
falling into medical problems of great proportions.
Hoping to see the sun rise every day, expecting death to
meet us with his ghastly stare as he leads us away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem