Always the bridesmaid,
But never the bride,
As much as it wounds my pride,
I try to keep my head up high,
Night after night I have cried myself out,
Seeping through the pain inflicted by life,
Exhausted, defeated I have lied,
Tomorrow I will fight
God willing I wake up alive.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the vagaries of life, of soul and search depicted well and with emotive intensity blue and dark....yet there is a welcome message of hope at the end....subtle yet palpable liked