Water has gone over the head
Feeling suffocated and can see
Myself floating dead
The sky is slowly vanishing
From the view and a thick
Darkness is encompassing
All that are dear to me a few
Seconds before are slowly
Going away from my view
My feet are feeling light
I am going somewhere I don't
Know without a feeble fight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘Without a feeble fight " I could feel the helplessness and agony of these words, throughout the poem.